Chapter 297
Chapter 297:
But now Khloe was the one calling the shots as the owner of the mall. Now, if Victory shut down, Layla’s fury
would land squarely on her.
A strained smile tugged at Sloane’s lips as she moved forward to smooth things over. “Khloe, don’t take this too
far. Layla acted on impulse and said things she shouldn't have. Just pardon Victory this time. If the store is shut
down, it'll leave a hole that won't be easy to fill. The losses could be huge for everyone.”
Khloe turned to face Sloane. Then, a small, sharp smile appeared. “Fine. Victory doesn’t have to be shut down.
But there’s one condition.”
Layla’s shoulders tensed as she gritted her teeth. “Fine. Whatever it takes. Just don’t shut the store down.”
Khloe pointed a finger at Sloane. Her voice was light, but her words cut through the air. “What you wanted to do
tojust now... do it on her. Then, I'll give you a chance.”
Without a moment's hesitation, Layla raised her hand and delivered a sharp slap to Sloane's face. The sound
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtrang out clearly, leaving a vivid red handprint on Sloane's cheek. Her eyes widened in shock.
“Layla! Are you out of your mind? Don’t you remember...?"”
Layla ignored Sloane’s words completely. Her hand swung again, landing another resounding slap that snapped
Sloane's head to the side. Her cheek puffed up, and a thin line of blood appeared at the corner of her lips. Sloane
bit down hard on her lip, the tang of blood spreading, but the shburning within her was far worse. Her body
quivered faintly as she fought to keep her feelings in check, avoiding looking at Khloe despite the anger and
helplessness written across her face.
What an outrage!
She had carefully plotted to humiliate Khloe, but the tables had turned, and now she was the one left disgraced.
The slap stung, but the thought of Khloe witnessing her humiliation stung even more. Sloane wished she could
vanish into thin air.
Layla didn’t hold back, putting all her strength into the slap. For her, saving her family’s store was worth more
than anything Sloane had to offer.
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Yet, recalling the person behind Sloane, Layla held back from striking her again. Breathing heavily, she turned to
Khloe and asked, “Have you had enough? Your anger’s been dealt with. Will you spare the store now?”
Khloe glanced at Sloane and gave a faint smile. “Is that all you've got? Didn't you eat before coming here? Is this
really the best you can manage?”
Layla’s expression soured instantly. She hadn't thought Khloe would remain unimpressed. On the surface, she
appeared gentle, but her heart was undeniably ruthless. “Khloe, don’t push it!”
Sloane spat, glaring at her, though her shaky voice betrayed how helpless she was.
Khloe’s smile was soft, almost breezy, her beauty captivating. But her eyes, fixed on Sloane, carried a chill
devoid of any warmth.
“Oh, am | really pushing it? Don’t assI'm unaware that you planned today’s little scene. Do you think you're
the only one capable of causing harm? If so, you're nothing short of foolish!”
She paused, her tone sharpening. “Layla, | respect your friendship with Sloane. It seems the store doesn’t matter
to you anymore. Manager, shut it down!”
Seeing her ruthless and unwavering stance, Layla felt a wave of desperation. She spun around, her teeth
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmclenched, and fixed her gaze on Sloane. “Helpsave the store, and | promise I'll make it worth your while.”
She signaled her male bodyguard, who promptly hauled Sloane into the VIP lounge.
Sloane thrashed wildly, her eyes wide with fear and desperation. “Layla! You can’t do this! Letgo!” Her voice
pierced the air, high-pitched and frantic. She kicked and swung her arms, trying to escape the bodyguard’s
grasp, but he was far too strong for her efforts to make a difference.
The bodyguard quickly hauled Sloane into the VIP lounge. Her cries for help and desperate pleas echoed briefly
before fading into silence.
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