Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

As Lela walked, she peeled off the silver mask from her face, feeling the heat of the wig. She had only taken a few steps and was about to remove it when she stopped in her tracks, staring at the newcomer in shock. Sylvester, seated on the couch, was leaning forward slightly, his head bowed. Upon hearing the sound, he slowly lifted his gaze, his amber eyes emitting a cold, sinister glow, his sensual lips slightly curled in what could pass for a smile. But Lela knew Sylvester was definitely angry.

Mildred Gomez and a few bodyguards stood to the side. Catching sight of the familiar provocative face beneath the mask, Mildred was as if turned to stone.

He had been puzzled as to why his boss's unannounced visit; now, it all clicked.

No wonder the silhouette seemed familiar; it was Lela.

The memory of the masked casino king cleanly slicing through Yaz's eyes made Mildred shiver.

A thousand words boiled down to one phrase in his mind: "Ms. Lela is awesome."

Realizing there was no escape, Lela nearly wanted to cry.

Sylvester casually gestured, and Mildred bowed before leaving with the other bodyguards. Upon seeing Lily at the door, Mildred spoke, "Let's go, Red." Lily, with her pale face, made an enticing motion, "Let me go."

Mildred looked at her with disgust, "You scared me!"

"Move it, or I might break your legs."

Clasping her hands tightly, Lily dropped her smiling facade and asked, "That gentleman won't harm Lela, right?"

Mildred let out a cold laugh, "I don't know, and it's none of our business."

Lily remained silent.

"You'd better worry about yourself instead of others," Mildred said dismissively, giving Lily a scornful glance.

"Who the hell are you people?" Lily was clueless about their connection to Lady Phoenix.

"You're not qualified to know."

Unable to extract any information, Lily had no choice but to follow them out.

In the hotel room, Sylvester chuckled lowly, his voice a neutral rumble, "Come here."

Lela hesitated, stepping back, "Only if you promise not to yell at me."

Grinding his teeth yet smiling, Sylvester insisted softly, "Come. Be good."

Her heart racing, Lela eventually crept towards him. As soon as she approached, Sylvester yanked her close.

Instinct warned Lela of impending trouble. In a rush, she pressed her lips to his, prying open his mouth, her tongue darting in desperately. She wanted to pacify him.

But this time, Sylvester was truly enraged.

He gripped her waist fiercely, responding wildly, his tongue exploring every corner of her mouth, even pressing down her throat.

Lela trembled in his arms, her slender hands clutching at his clothes; never had Sylvester kissed her so dominantly, never had she felt so overwhelmed.

Yet Sylvester showed no mercy as if punishing her, pressing her down, the two rolling onto the couch, the room's temperature rising.

"Master Sylvester, I can't take this," Lela gasped between the fervent kisses, her voice tinged with a plaintive whine.

His eyes bloodshot with desire, Sylvester captured her softness, his voice husky, "Already overwhelmed? Do you have any clue how much I can't stand it?"

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have known my Lela could be so fierce," Sylvester mocked.