Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 382 Why Are You Holding a Gun?

Lela rolled down the window, letting the wind whip her face. It felt like freedom, something she wanted to chase and hold onto.

She leaned back, closed her eyes, and let the wind wash over her. Her right hand casually held the phone resting on the window. "Race? You've already been disqualified from today's preliminaries," she said. "Terry."

Charley, who had been thinking about how to protect Lela, snapped to attention when he heard her call. His eyes widened in disbelief. "Lela, how do you know my nickname?"

Lela glanced at him coolly. "Eyes on the road."

Charley quickly looked ahead, startled.

Lela tilted her head slightly, her fingers pressing against her forehead. How did she know? It all started at the Balthazar auction on the border of Skya.

The auction was just a cover; she was really there for Sylvester.

She wanted to be by his side. But Sylvester was always surrounded by bodyguards and hidden protectors, making it impossible to get close.

He was emotionally distant.

So, how could she approach him? She dug into his background, even hacking into Pliar's intelligence bureau using her Lady Phoenix alias. But all she found was that Sylvester led the Gomez family. He was too well-hidden.

Then, Lela came to Holy Light Elite Academy.

She decided to start with Charley.

She saw him at the racetrack, framed by Joseph. She was terrified and wanted to save him, but the Gomez family and the police arrived quickly and took Charley away.

Sylvester went to Skya to find the divine doctor, and Lela used the Balthazar auction to sell herself for ten billion dollars. She secretly used her blood to save Charley, just in time. Naturally, Charley went into her information network.

"Lela, Lela?" Sylvester's voice snapped her back to reality.

"Don't worry about how I know," she said calmly. "The key is you can't race now. What do you want to do?"

In that spring preliminary, Charley was disqualified from the autumn preliminaries and the Thunderbolt Prix Of Avalia finals.

"Do you want to use this to fight others?" Lela pressed a button inside the car and took out a gun.

"Fight others with a gun?" She swung the gun stylishly with her slender index finger.

Charley's face turned pale. "Lela, you..."

He quickly stopped the car and snatched the gun away. "Why are you holding a gun?"

He thought, 'If Sylvester knows I let Lela hold a gun, I will be in big trouble.'

Lela didn't resist, letting Charley take the gun back.

Behind them, Gilbert saw the car stop and pulled over. Eleanor rolled down the window, stuck her head out, and asked, "What's going on?"