Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 139 The Chilling Smile

"It's no surprise that there was a target on Josh Fudge's back-the guy was a Forbes-listed tycoon, way above our pay grade. Enemies come with the territory. But what bugs me is how he ended up dead with three bodyguards on his watch?"

"Could it be that the guards by the door missed a world-class assassin in action?"

Victor wrapped his arm around Flora Harrison as they stood outside, his patience wearing thin at the sight.

Great, just his luck to stumble upon a mess like this and to be stuck here, a total mood killer.

Flora peered into the room. The hot tub was a gruesome red-probably all of Josh Fudge's blood. They had encountered Cicery not long ago, with blood at her chest. That image sent shivers down Flora's spine. It was her, no doubt about it.

She didn't want to believe that someone who looked as innocent as a young girl like Cicery could commit such an atrocity. But the evidence was there.

Feeling Flora tremble, Victor frowned. "Scared already?"

Flora wasn't just spooked by the bloody scene. It was the thought of a young girl like Cicery bold enough to commit such a crime. Was she not afraid of getting caught?

After all, Josh Fudge was a high roller on the Forbes list.

"A little scared," she admitted.

Victor snorted softly and tightened his hold on her. Soon enough, Sylvester arrived with Goy, and everyone made room for them. Burl Cain and the others stayed outside while Vincent, already inside, was examining the scene. When he saw Sylvester Gomez approaching, he straightened up "Sylvester Gomez."

Gomez stood next to the hot tub, his gaze fixating on Josh Fudge's body laid out and still in the water, his neck oozing blood slowly.

"When will the cops be here?" he asked.

Gomez examined the wound on Fudge's neck, his sharp eyes noting the flesh turned inside out. The cut didn't seem to be from a knife but more like it was inflicted by something with a sharp point.

Vincent stood a few steps behind Sylvester Gomez: "I called them ten minutes ago. It's a long haul from the wildlife preserve, and even the nearest police station is quite a stretch away. Plus, with the sudden rain, it's hard to tell how long it'll be."

"Right." Sylvester Gomez turned to survey the area, his gaze briefly sweeping past the window to his left. "You don't need to worry about this, Vincent. Let the police handle the homicide; they're equipped for it." Vincent, after all, worked for Sylvester and ultimately answered to him. Besides, getting involved in other people's business had never been Vincent's style.

He was only here to take charge because of the responsibilities that weighed on him.

"Yes, sir. I'll clear out as soon as the cops get here."

After dinner, Cicery got dressed and darted off to the spa. Vincent's guys, who were around, didn't dare stop her, and just like that, she slipped into the chaos without a hitch.

Seeing Sylvester Gomez standing by the hot spring, Cicery ran over. Her eyes widened at the sight of the bloody water and the motionless body of Josh Fudge; her voice trembled with fine shards of fear. "Sylvester, I'm scared. I need a hug."

Sylvester hadn't expected Cicery to show up. He instantly turned and embraced her, pressing her head to his chest, shielding her from the gruesome scene as they walked away. "Baby, what are you doing here?" However, his glare turned icy cold as he caught one of Vincent's men at the door, visibly shaken by Sylvester's daunting stare.

Cicery clung to Sylvester's neck. Her gaze returned to the motionless Josh Fudge in the pool, and a cold, mocking smile curled her lips. She showed no trace of fear.

As they passed the entrance, the smile was unmistakably etched in Flora Harrison's vision.