Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 207:

Morris, pleased by her graciousness, gazed at her with even more warmth and admiration.

Watching the affectionate exchange, Layla seized the moment to speak again. “Khloe, with such a valuable gift from Great-uncle, surely you must have something to offer in return? You must be quite special to be with Henrik. I’m eager to see what you’ve got. Show us something that’ll really wow us.”

Khloe raised an eyebrow. So, that was why Layla had brought up the topic of gifts—it was all a setup.

If Khloe didn’t come up with something remarkable, she’d seem careless, maybe even selfish. And with Morris already having given her a one-of-a-kind piece of jewelry as a welcome gift, the pressure was undeniable.

The problem was clear: what could she possibly give Morris that would stand out? He already had everything—things most people could only dream of.

A small, confident smile pulled at the corners of Khloe’s lips. “I’ve brought two gifts for Morris. The first is a health elixir I made myself. It’s restorative and nourishing for the body. The second is a painting by the artist White.”

At her words, everyone went silent, their eyes wide and their faces filled with surprise. They couldn’t believe what they had just heard.

Even Morris, usually so composed, shifted in his seat. A rare look of surprise crossed his face. After years in the business world, he’d seen and owned treasures beyond most people’s imagination. But this? This was different.noveldrama

White had taken the art world by storm three years ago, drawing attention with a style so unique and bold that critics and collectors were left speechless. But just as quickly as the artist had appeared, she vanished without a trace. Her paintings became almost impossible to find, each one considered a rare treasure.

Only three of White’s paintings were known to exist. One was in the Royal Palace Museum, another in a famous artist’s private collection, and the third was securely in Morris’ hands. In the Watson family, everyone knew how much Morris admired White’s work.

The artist had once said that only four paintings existed in total. That meant there was just one piece still missing—the last painting, so rare and mysterious that it had become almost mythical.

Morris had even made a public offer: anyone who could track down White’s fourth painting and bring it to him would receive one percent of Watson Group’s shares.

gαℓησν𝒆𝓁s․c𝓸𝗆 brings imagination alive

Watson Group was worth trillions, and one percent of its shares wasn’t just generous—it could change someone’s life forever.

That was why Khloe’s announcement hit like a bombshell.

Layla froze, her face a mix of disbelief and unease. She had never expected Khloe to come up with something so extraordinary.

The stunning fact was that Layla had come here tonight with her own secret—a plan to impress Morris with White’s fourth painting. How in the world could it be in Khloe’s possession? How could someone like her—a disgraced ex-heiress, disowned by her family and even having served time in prison—possibly possess such a priceless painting?

“White’s painting is in your possession too?” Layla exclaimed, jumping to her feet. “What a coincidence! I also brought a painting by White. It took everything I had to track it down, but I managed!”

The room fell into complete silence. Everyone knew exactly what this meant—only one of the two paintings could be real. Most of them were already leaning towards Layla. With her wealthy, influential family, her claim seemed far more believable than Khloe’s.

Layla placed a hand over her mouth, feigning concern, and tilted her head. Her voice was soft but sharp. “Oh, Khloe, I don’t know if you’ve heard, but White only created four paintings. Doesn’t that mean one of us must have a fake? Of course, I trust my source completely. How about we both reveal our paintings? That way, everyone can decide which one is real. If you’ve been tricked, it’s better to know now and catch the scam before it’s too late.”

Layla’s words were a calculated trap, hidden under a veil of false kindness meant to make Khloe seem naive. But Khloe wasn’t fooled. She didn’t flinch. Her calmness was unwavering.

That was because Khloe wasn’t just holding White’s fourth painting. She was White.

.

.

.