Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 38 Prologue II

After returning from Gomez Manor, Trenton took out his phone and messaged Burl Cain. "Master Sylvester has a girlfriend. He fooled both you and me."

Burl was in a meeting room with several hundred people, listening to senior executives' reports. Finding the content boring, he took out the tea brewed by his secretary and had a sip when suddenly his phone vibrated. He opened it to check. Just as he took a sip of tea, he spat it out when he read the message.

The entire meeting room immediately fell silent.

All the staff looked amazed at their CEO sitting in the middle, while the executive who was giving the report trembled. He didn't say anything wrong, right?

How could the CEO be so angry that he spit out water!!!

There was a touch of embarrassment on Burl's face, but he had strong mental resilience, so even if he felt embarrassed, he couldn't show it. He took out a handkerchief, elegantly wiped the corners of his mouth, and looked at everyone, saying, "Sorry, please continue."

Seeing that it wasn't his fault, the executive continued the report, but during the whole process, he didn't receive any response from the CEO. He felt like he was reporting to himself.

Meanwhile, Burl chatted excitedly with Trenton, "No way, that perennial iceberg Master Sylvester actually has a girlfriend? Which family's sister is she?"

Trenton replied from the backseat of the SUV, "I'm surprised too, but Charlie told me. I saw how well Master Sylvester treated that girl, so I think it's highly likely. As for which family in Central City, I have no idea."

"A girl?" Burl keenly caught the keyword in Trenton Salazar's words.

"You read right!" Trenton recalled Lela's stunning appearance and shook his head helplessly.

"She's beautiful, like a little fairy, but she appears to be quite young, just coming of age."

"Wow!" Burl Cain widened his eyes at this, "Seven years age gap? Master Sylvester is going for a younger one."

...

Three days afterwards, Club Glacier, the most expensive club in Central City, was reserved by a mysterious person.

Trenton and Burl sat at a corner table, drinking. The other young aristocrats present were mostly from prominent families in Central City, and they had grown up together since childhood.

It was rare for them to gather like this, and moreover, both Trenton and Burl were the most outstanding individuals in their respective families. It was believed that they would undoubtedly hold the position of family heads in the future. The others went up to toast one by one.

After a few drinks, the two of them waved their hands, refusing any more alcohol.

"Alright, alright, don't try to get me drunk."

The rest of the group, upon hearing their refusal, didn't get upset and turned to toast each other instead.

Just then, Finley walked in. Burl lightly tapped Trenton with a touch of his hand and whispered, "Why did you bring her here?"

Trenton looked at the person who had entered, perplexed. He whispered back to Burl, "Why can't I invite her? After all, we grew up together as friends."

Burl finally understood why Trenton was still single. Despite knowing that Master Sylvester had a girlfriend, he had brought this ticking time bomb along.

He really didn't know how to describe Trenton as anything but an idiot.

Before Burl could say anything, Finley walked over gracefully. "Mr. Salazar, congratulations on bringing honor to Pliar and eliminating a cancerous tumor within our borders."

Trenton waved his hand dismissively. "Don't say it like that. It makes me feel awkward."

Seeing that they still considered her part of their group, Finley's mood improved slightly.

Burl sat lazily to the side, his posture casual. He casually glanced at Finley and said, "It's been a while, Finley. You've become even more beautiful."

There was a hint of a flirt in his tone. Finley took it as a compliment and raised her hand to tidy her wavy hair. "I heard that lately, General George has signed several stunning models. How do they compare to me?"

Burl chuckled. "No way. Miss Finley's beauty is renowned in high society. How can those few compare to Miss Finley's beauty?"

Finley was overjoyed by his words.

Burl was the fourth generation of the George family, exceptionally talented and highly valued by the George family. He had been groomed to inherit the family business.

At only twenty-four years old, he was already the president of multiple companies. His J Entertainment alone had over a dozen actors they managed. This, of course, included the brightest up and coming beauties, one of whom they had taken on a couple of years previously.

Within a year, she had won both the Best Actress and Best Supporting Actress awards, and her future seemed boundless.

Although Finley's family was a prominent clan in Central city, it was all thanks to the Gomez. They couldn't compare to the Salazar and George families. However, being friends with whom they could joke, though not confidants, greatly satisfied her vanity.

"But..." Burl said, leaving a cliffhanger.

Finley raised an eyebrow and looked at Burl, "But what?"

"Compared to someone, you don't measure up," he replied.

The people nearby immediately turned to look, curious. "Young Master George, there's someone that Miss Finley can't match?"

"I'm so curious about this person, are they from Central city?" Burl was asked.

He smiled mischievously, "No comment."

Finley's mood turned sour upon hearing this, along with the constant probing from the other young gentlemen. She walked to the other side where the socialites were and drank alone, feeling gloomy.

Trenton glanced at Burl, who was still laughing, and felt speechless. "Although we don't particularly like her, she's known us since childhood. Why bother teasing her?"

Burl put his hand on Trenton's shoulder and said, "You're so boring, can't even have fun."

Trenton shrugged off Burl's hand, not wanting to pay him any attention.

"Why aren't Master Sylvester and Charlie here yet?" Trenton lifted his hand to check the multimillion-dollar watch on his wrist.

Burl curled his lips and said, "I can't keep up with your extravagant taste. If you keep this up, I'll report you. Buying such an expensive watch sets a bad example."

...

Outside the Purple Imperial Palace, Sylvester helped Lela out of the car, Charlie climbing out of the passenger seat with Michael following closely behind.

Today, Lela was wearing a high-end gown designed exclusively by Starlit. The pink starry skirt had a strap design with embroidered lace, and the lower hem had a clever design that revealed Lela's slender and fair ankles.

Her thick, luxurious hair complemented her ethereal appearance giving the impression that she was untouched by worldly matters.

Starlit's design style highlighted elegance and sophistication, all made from extremely precious golden silk. The flowing skirt was not only comfortable but also exuded a sense of delicate beauty, different from the heavy high-end designs abroad.

Coupled with someone as beautiful as Lela as the model, Sylvester felt that it wasn't just the clothes that suited her, but that she elevated the clothes themselves.

Charlie watched his brother leading his mute girlfriend from behind, feeling somewhat uneasy.

He was always supposed to be his brother's closest person...

Michael also sighed in his heart, it seemed that he was really being neglected. At that moment, Geoff's luxury car arrived as well. He opened the car door and got out, approaching Sylvester, "Master Sylvester." Sylvester nodded, making a sound of agreement.

Michael silently walked towards Geoff and held his hand. "Let's keep each other warm."

Charlie joined their small group. "Brothers, count me in."