DreameNovelChapter 277
Chapter 277:
The bound security leader watched as Alan, who had once been so intimidating, walked up to the car and
opened the door with a nod of respect.
As the door slowly opened, the first thing to appear was a polished black shoe, followed by Henrik’s tall,
commanding figure. His serious face, lit by the hospital lights, gave off an undeniable sense of authority, like a
king stepping into view.
Khloe stepped out gracefully, her beauty and poise a striking contrast to the grim scene around her, impossible
to ignore.
Despite the danger, the leader couldn't help but stare at Khloe, his eyes filled with desire. Henrik saw the look
right away.
Henrik gave a slight squint, and his eyes flashed with a dangerous look. He turned his cold gaze to the security
leader, and the weight of it was so intense that the leader felt as if he had been dropped into a freezing cold
cellar. Fear struck him, and he quickly lowered his head, too afraid to look at Khloe again. However, it was too
late. Henrik’s chilling gaze remained fixed on him as he ordered, “Alan, destroy his eyes.”
Without a second’s delay, Alan lunged forward. The leader's eyes bulged in panic, trying to break free, but the
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtblack-clad men around him pinned him down effortlessly. Alan's movements were swift and merciless; with a
flick of his fingers, two daggers glinted coldly in the dim light. The leader barely managed to scream before the
blades plunged into his eyes, destroying them instantly. Blood poured out, quickly soaking his face in red.
The bystanders were frozen in shock, paralyzed by the sudden violence, their mouths sealed in stunned silence.
Their gazes were filled with a mix of fear and awe as they looked at Henrik. His cold, calculated decisiveness was
enough to terrify anyone.
Meanwhile, Henrik acted as though nothing had happened. His gaze stayed as icy and emotionless as ever. He
glanced at Khloe, noting her reaction carefully. But she remained stoic and offered no sign of emotion. She knew
that anyone who held the position of head of security in a place like this, where lives were disregarded so easily,
must be deeply involved. To her, the leader was just as guilty and deserving of death as Hancock Larson, the
hospital dean.
Noticing Khloe’s indifference, Henrik spoke calmly. “Alan, find out where the target is.”
“Boss, he’s in the top-floor office. Our team has already locked onto Hancock Larson. No doubt about it,” Alan
answered, his voice respectful and firm.
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“Get in,” Henrik commanded, and with that, he and Khloe moved forward.
As they walked into the hospital, the once-bustling halls grew still. Every staff member and patient turned to
stare, and the air seemed to freeze.
Henrik and Khloe stood together, their mere presence pressing down on the atmosphere, almost suffocating.
Behind them, the men in black stood like loyal sentinels, their formation heightening the sense of authority and
dominance.
The scene carried an invisible weight, drowning the hospital lobby in an oppressive silence. Every eye followed
them, filled with astonishment.
A young receptionist, trembling with fear, stepped forward. “Who are you? This is a private hospital. You can’t...”
Her words were cut off by a piercing scream as Alan pulled a gun, aimed it at her, and then quickly silenced her,
forcing her back against the wall in sheer terror. Khloe frowned at the nervous receptionist but chose not to
comment on Henrik’s subordinate.
Noticing the look on Khloe’s face, Henrik spoke sharply.
“Alan, show smanners.”
Alan was momentarily startled. They'd always prioritized getting the job done quickly; politeness was never a
requirement. Why the sudden change?
However, following Henrik’s gaze, Alan quickly understood that his actions had made Khloe uncomfortable.
Without hesitation, Alan holstered his gun and gave a small bow. “Yes, sir.”
Despite his respectful gestures, Alan couldn’t shake his thoughts about Khloe. Even though she was the boss's
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmwoman, she seemed so fragile, unable to handle even a little blood and violence. Was she really worthy of their
crlord?
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