Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 42 Lela's Bathroom Confrontation (2)

"I'll give you some advice, Master Sylvester's family holds great power, and the women around him are all gorgeous. I suggest you leave him soonest to avoid silently shedding tears all by yourself later."

Lela smirked, ignored her, and walked outside.

Nelda couldn't just stand by and stopped Lela, her tone unfriendly, "Are you deaf? Didn't you hear Finley talking to you?"

Lela didn't want to waste her time on meaningless things like this. She glanced at Nelda, her smile fading, and coldly said, "Move aside."

Finley was shocked and walked up to Lela, looking at her incredulously, "Aren't you mute?"

Then it dawned on her, her expression becoming extremely excited. It seemed like she had discovered a secret. Pointing at Lela, she looked triumphant, "Ah, I see now. It was all intentional. You're seeking Master Sylvester's sympathy to stay by his side. I will tell Master Sylvester. I will expose your conspiracy."

Lela found it amusing. "In your eyes, is Sylvester that naive? Or is it that you're naive?"

"You..." Finley was insulted by Lela's words and naturally felt uncomfortable. "Then why did Master Sylvester keep you around? And why do you pretend to be mute?"

This question was just perfect. Lela raised her hand and flicked her hair. "Sylvester doesn't need a reason to keep me around simply because he likes me!"

"As for pretending to be mute?" Lela smirked. "That's just one of our... little quirks." This statement enraged Finley, making her feel like she wanted to tear Lela apart. "You think he likes you? Who do you think you are?" Finley exclaimed like a shrew.

"It's not me he likes, but you?" Lela calmly retorted.

"So you're just a little slut," Finley said with contempt. Taking a deep breath, she looked at Lela and sneered, "I don't think Master Sylvester keeps you around because he likes you, but because you used tricks." Tsk! Lela was speechless. What kind of person did they think Sylvester was? Utterly foolish.

"I wonder how your parents raised you, seducing men at such a young age, opening your legs for them just because of your appearance. Oh right, perhaps your parents..."

Lela's expression turned cold, and she slapped Finley with a sharp sound.

"Smack!"

The crisp sound resounded in the bathroom, leaving Finley in disbelief as she covered her cheek.

That slap left her momentarily stunned.

She was speechless.

After a while, she looked up at Lela, her eyes filled with venom. "You hit me! How dare you hit me, you vixen!"

Nelda never expected such a thing to happen. She quickly supported Finley and glared at Lela with displeasure. "How dare you?"

Lela raised her hand and rubbed her wrist. It had been a while since she moved, and her body was somewhat stiff.

It's alright, just move around a bit.

"Why wouldn't I dare?" Lela smirked, her gaze hostile. She had lost her previous fairy-like image and instead appeared cold and evil.

She walked forward, pushing Nelda aside. With her right hand grabbing Finley's hair, she dragged her towards the edge of the sink. With a flick of her left hand, she turned on the tap.

Finley couldn't break free at all and could only let Lela pull her towards the sink.

She looked at herself in the mirror, utterly disheveled.

Then she looked at Lela's crazed and malicious face, and fear rose in her heart. But her fierce pride wouldn't allow her to bow down to this woman. "What... what do you want?"

Lela looked at Finley's terrified face in the mirror, her voice seductive and demonic. "As for me, my heart is extremely unforgiving. My reactions are a direct result of your actions toward me. How ever others treat me, I will return it a hundredfold. Insult me? Insult my parents? What are you? Can you even compare yourself to me?"

As she spoke, the basin quickly filled with water.

Lela exerted force with her right hand, pressing Finley's head down.