Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 25 Conditions that Infuriate a Man

"So is this why you wanted me to come here? This is all you have to say?"

Raymond laughed heartily like a lunatic.

Sylvester raised his hand, and a few subordinates came over and roughly pulled Raymond up from the ground.

Raymond grunted in pain and looked at Sylvester with resentment in his eyes. Elvis' frown at seeing his brother's face dissolved into a grimace.

He had hoped to witness this Raymond's repentance after coming here, but he didn't expect him to be so stubborn.

Even if he wanted to plead on behalf of his brother, he now couldn't bring himself to do it.

Ashlee Gomez stood off to the side, watching coldly, a hint of mockery in her eyes. Sylvester sat in front of Raymond, his gaze deep and intense. Suddenly, he smirked, revealing a mocking smile.

"Do you know why you don't have a son? Because you've done too many wicked things that even the heavens won't grant you one. Oh, by the way, I didn't throw your woman into the sea. I let her go. Now, she's already in another man's bed, enjoying herself with someone else.

"In fact, she has long been seeing many different men. But don't be concerned. The men got into a fight so I made it possible for your woman choose one to remain with. After all, you shouldn't have any worries about your wife being looked after when you die."

One of the things that can anger a man is being cuckolded, even if he doesn't love said woman.

Sylvester's words stabbed Raymond's heart, for killing one's body is often not as terrifying as killing their spirit.

Sylvester ached to make Raymond suffer even in death.

"...Raymond stared at him with intensity. In just two days, he had become thin, nearly sharing the appearance of a walking skeleton, with sunken eye sockets and bulging eyes.

"Do you know why your woman got involved with other men? It's because you're not one. You barely even resemble a real man; you can't even give her a son. Not only did you never make her happy, but you also tormented her in bed. Tell me, what else did you manage besides coveting the title of the Gomez, Raymond?"

Another thing that can anger a man is criticizing his ability to satisfy a woman.

Sylvester rarely spoke, but when he did, the words pierced like a knife.

The main reasons Raymond had wanted to kill Sylvester was that he had no children and didn't inherit much when the family estate was divided. Then, at the funeral of his father, the last patriarch, when the lawyer read the will he found out that the old man had actually given the position of heir to Sylvester, his eldest grandson, rather than his second son.

Raymond held deep resentment. He'd had so little to begin with, so why did the old man show such favoritism? The most important position of heir should have gone to him after his older brother died.

The Gomez' assets were spread across the globe, a wealth that could rival a country. Why hadn't it been split more evenly? Who wouldn't be tempted to take more for themselves? It was what he deserved. Seeing Raymond's dull expression, Sylvester suddenly felt bored. He stood up, ready to leave.

Suddenly, Raymond called out and stopped him. "Sylvester, don't think that killing me will guarantee your safety..." he wheezed and gasped for breath. After a moment's pause, his gaze swept over Ashlee, who was standing nearby, watching coldly.

"In this... world, there will be many who want to kill you. Your ruthless and unrestrained behavior will lead to a worse fate than mine. Besides, I'm not the only one in the family with a craving for the Gomez fortune..."

After speaking, Raymond's eyes widened, a red dot formed on his forehead, and with a crack he fell to the ground.

A gunshot.

The whole incident happened too quickly, and no one knew who pulled the trigger.

Sylvester looked around as Elvis and Ashlee Gomez hurried to Raymond's side.

Ashlee reached out and checked his breath under his nose, ridges forming on her forehead. "Raymond... is dead." Elvis erupted in anger. "Who did it?"

Ashlee tugged at her sleeve, her lips pursed.

Trenton Salazar hadn't expected such a thing to happen, quickly ordering for the prison to be locked down and prepared for a search.

Sylvester glanced at Elvis and Ashlee, his lips pursed, saying nothing.

Raymond still had secrets left. Unfortunately, he had thought of them only in his last moments.

Could it be that he wanted to share this untold secret?

...

Soon, Trenton Salazar's minions arrived to maintain order, bringing everyone to the interrogation room for questioning.

After investigating, not a single person was found to be suspicious.

Trenton was overwhelmed. How could this have happened with so many witnesses, yet not a single one seeing something? With Raymond still present, Ashlee requested that the body to be taken to her vehicle. Even though it couldn't be buried in the Gomez' cemetery, it was important to give her deceased brother a proper burial.

Trenton Salazar looked at Sylvester, who nodded his approval. Raymond's body was taken away by Elvis and Ashlee Gomez.

Standing beside Sylvester, Trenton expressed his confusion. "Master Sylvester, why did you let them go?"

He believed that even though he hadn't noticed and the Ironfist Holding Center hadn't discovered, Master Sylvester must have seen what happened.

Sylvester looked at the departing Gomez' car with a calm expression. He withdrew his gaze and looked at Trenton with an uninterested smile. "One should settle debts before playing games."

Trenton was utterly perplexed. What exactly was Master Sylvester talking about?

"I should be going too."

Trenton and Sylvester walked together outside Ironfist Holding Center.

On the way, Trenton asked, "Master Sylvester, has the Divine Doctor been found?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt a heavy atmosphere emanating from the man beside him, so he dared not continue asking. It seemed that the Divine Doctor was a sensitive topic. The doctor is really elusive.

The technicians from the Ironfist Holding Center have already been mobilized, but they still can't find the Divine Doctor 's whereabouts.

Trenton quickly steered the conversation elsewhere, "Master Sylvester, I heard that you took Watson away. Charlie should be fine now, right?"

"Well, at least for the time being."

"That's good. When he recovers, I'll throw a banquet to celebrate and ward off bad luck."

"Alright." Sylvester patted Trenton Salazar's shoulder and paused. "I've dismantled all of my uncle's underlings."

"That's a relief."

Sylvester turned around and left in his car.

...

On the road, Elvis was driving while Ashlee Gomez took out the pocket-sized gun from Raymond's pocket. Even with a silencer attached, the gun was still about the size of a key.

Ashlee knew that if she suddenly shot and killed Raymond, she would surely be a suspect, and everyone at the scene, except the deceased, would be searched.

So, in the first instant, she placed the gun on Raymond's body, knowing that the dead would not be examined.

Looking at the pocket-sized gun in her hand, Ashlee smirked as she glanced at the body next to her.

Her nephew might be skilled, but he couldn't see through her.

Chapter 26 How to Write Your Name

Lela sat on the steps in front of the villa. The sunlight outside was glaring, and Michael stood beside her, squinting to block the sun for Lela.

She had heard that too much sun exposure could make one tan, and more importantly, it could lead to skin cancer. Since the boss went to the Ironfist Holding Center, it was Michael's duty to protect Miss Lela in the mansion, so he had to do a good job to live up to the boss's expectations.

Watching the person in front of her who blocked the sun, Lela was speechless. She lifted her foot and gave a kick. She needed the sunlight.

And just like that, Michael flew out, rolling down the steps like a spinning top, finally landing face-down on the grass under the steps.

He laid there for a while and then propped himself up with his hands, only to see a pair of leather shoes. His gaze moved upward, taking in the slender legs and then the extraordinary handsome face of his friend. Sylvester had just gotten out of the car and taken a step when he saw Michael rolling down the steps like a ball. He furrowed his brows, his eyes icy cold. "What are you doing?"

Michael clung to Sylvester's leg, pouting, "Master! Miss Lela kicked me."

Sylvester kicked back and Michael fell to the ground, rolling a few more times. He couldn't believe it as he got up from the ground, feeling dazed, wondering where his protector had gone.

Sylvester paid no attention to Michael and walked towards the steps. Lela sat on top, resting her chin on her hands and enjoying the sunlight. When she saw Sylvester, she stood up, opened her arms, and rushed towards him. Sylvester was embraced tightly. He picked up Lela, and they walked inside. Lela hugged Sylvester tightly and kissed his cheek. In that moment, Sylvester felt an immense sense of fulfillment. "Were you waiting for me?" He had seen Lela sitting on the steps from afar, small and delicate, like a puppy waiting for its master to come home.

Lela nodded and hugged him even tighter.

Sylvester chuckled.

Dr. Watson had just come out of Charlie's room and witnessed this scene. He felt that Lady Phoenix's image had been completely shattered in his mind. Where had the cool, edgy Lady Phoenix gone? Sylvester put Lela down and looked at Dr. Watson, "How is Charlie?"

Dr. Watson handed the examination report to Sylvester, "Master Sylvester, I conducted another examination. Young Master Charlie is doing well, with some minor external injuries that have already scabbed over." "External injuries?" Sylvester frowned.

He had rushed to Skya to find the Divine Doctor as soon as he heard about Charlie's accident, but he hadn't noticed any external injuries on Charlie's body.

Dr. Watson nodded, "Just some minor injuries, nothing serious. I'll have the nurse administer some nutritional fluids to him for the next few days. He should wake up soon." "Alright. Thank you."

Upon hearing this gratitude, Dr. Watson was pleasantly surprised. When had Master Sylvester of Central City ever been so humble?

Lela was also taken aback by this. It seemed that Sylvester truly doted on his younger brother.

Suddenly, there was a vibration against her thigh. Lela lowered her head and glanced at the screen.

"Lady Phoenix, Sylvester from Central City has raised the bid tenfold. Are you really not taking it?"

Lela frowned.

"No, I'm not taking it."

"...Well, that's a lot of money, just gone like that."

"Stop babbling."

From the corner of her eye, Lela caught a glimpse of Sylvester walking towards her. She nonchalantly deleted the message and switched to the anime channel.

She felt the couch next to her sink and soon her phone was taken away.

"Look later, I'll save my number in there." Sylvester said as he added his own contact.

His phonebook displayed her number under the listing, "Little Thing".

Lela looked on, unhappy. She wasn't a little thing. She slapped Sylvester's phone in one swift motion.

Sylvester turned and saw Lela looking at him, seemingly displeased.

"What's wrong?" He smirked.

Lela pointed at the "Little Thing" on the phone, shook her head, with a hint of resistance in her eyes.

Sylvester chuckled, "Baby, that's my term of endearment for you, you know that?"

Lela looked at him innocently, her eyes clear as water. But he could tell, her displeasure at the nickname was persisting.

Sylvester raised his hand and ruffled her hair, suddenly curious. "How did you figure that out?"

Lela raised her hand, pointed at herself, then extended one finger, meaning that "Lela" was only one word. She then pointed at the font on his phone screen and raised two fingers, meaning there were two words. What he had typed was obviously not right.

Sylvester watched with interest as Lela used the difference in the number of words to deduce that the name in his phonebook was incorrect, and his heart skipped a beat, "How are you so clever, huh?"

Lela crossed her arms, raised her chin, wearing a slightly spoiled look. She was indeed clever. Took him long enough to notice...

"Hmph!" Sylvester grinned. He was really falling more and more in love with this little thing. Sylvester took back his phone and calmly looked at Lela, "Come, let me teach you how to write."

The little thing probably didn't know how yet.

Michael walked in, rubbing his buttocks. As soon as he entered, he heard this and promptly brought paper and pen.

It was a sunny day, with perfect sunlight. Speckles of sunlight seeped through the window, casting a serene and beautiful ambiance. Lela held the pen, and Sylvester held her delicate fingers from behind. And on the paper was imprinted: Lela.

The next morning, Lela quietly entered Charlie's room. Their eyes met, and Charlie stared in awe at the exceptionally beautiful girl before him.

"Who are you?"

And how did she end up in his house?