Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 548:

Many online viewers sided with Sloane. After all, wasn’t Sloane a top student at Zhecrora University? What right did Khloe have to undermine her? And Sloane was only trying to help. Fans who supported Sloane and Eric as a pair were furious, their anger spilling over as they hurled insults at Khloe.

“Khloe’s so arrogant! Sure, she’s skilled, but can’t she set aside her ego when someone’s life is on the line?”

“She’s probably just doing this to impress Eric. She wants him to see how far she’s come, to make him regret losing her.”

“Honestly, Khloe’s unbearable. Some people think she’s a perfect match for Henrik, but they clearly have no standards.”

Khloe’s fans didn’t hold back as they fired back in the comments.

“Sloane’s fans are so clueless. Do they even think before they speak? Khloe isn’t petty—if she were, she wouldn’t have risked her life fighting off wolves to save others.”

“Seriously? Sloane doesn’t have the skills to match Khloe’s. Of course Khloe stepped in—she had every right! Let’s not forget that in the finals of that prestigious medical competition, Sloane ranked below Khloe. Facts don’t lie.”

Through the live stream from the deserted island, Khloe’s fearless fight against the wolves had won her a loyal following, and her fans now rallied in her defense, locking horns with Sloane’s supporters in a heated online clash.

At the island camp, Skyla’s face twisted in pain, her body weakened by the spreading poison. She knew little of Khloe’s capabilities and assumed her strength was just physical. She believed Khloe’s earlier success in neutralizing snake venom had been sheer luck. To her, Khloe’s stern words now seemed like a thinly veiled attempt to punish her for backing Giuliana as leader.noveldrama

Gasping for air, Skyla turned to Khloe, desperation etched into her features. “Khloe, I’m sorry about before. Please, let it go. Let Sloane treat me. I trust her!”

“Did you hear that?” Sloane’s voice rang out, tinged with triumph as she shot a smug look at Khloe.

Khloe’s lips twisted into a cold smirk. Her voice was icy as she declared, “If anything goes wrong, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

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What neither Skyla nor Sloane realized was that the poison had spread beyond Skyla’s leg, attacking her internal organs. A simple antidote wouldn’t be enough. But since they were determined to proceed, Khloe didn’t argue further. She stepped back, leaving Sloane to her own devices.

Her attention shifted to others in need, and she turned to the tent to prepare for surgery.

Not long after, the medical team arrived at the camp from the edge of the island. Without hesitation, Khloe stepped in to assist, hauling surgical equipment and medicines into the temporary tent. When she effortlessly lifted a surgical bed that weighed nearly fifty pounds with one hand, the medical workers froze mid-step, wide-eyed in astonishment. They glanced at the bed, then at their own hands, visibly questioning their abilities.

Meanwhile, Sloane focused on treating Skyla. She applied the antidote spray and tied a tourniquet just above Skyla’s wound. With steady hands, she made two precise cuts near the bite, hoping to let the poisoned blood flow out. But her efforts brought no relief. Skyla’s pain only worsened, her skin paling further as cold sweat trickled down her face.

Clutching her chest, Skyla gasped, her voice trembling. “Sloane, I feel awful!” The words barely left her lips before she bent forward, retching violently and expelling a yellowish liquid onto the ground.

The audience watched in stunned silence, a question lingering in their minds: could Khloe be right?

Sloane panicked upon seeing Skyla in such pain. Under the watchful eye of the cameras, Sloane wouldn’t admit that her treatment had caused harm. Instead, she forced herself to stay composed. “Just wait, this reaction is normal for a detox.”

When Sloane noticed Khloe and the medical team bringing equipment and medicine into the tent, she stood up quickly. “Detoxification requires specific tools. I’ll go grab the medicine and equipment for you now!”

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