Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Lela was caught off guard, glanced down at Sylvester's head, and asked, "Sylvester, what are you up to?" Sylvester grabbed Lela's hands and started walking towards the villa.

"Didn't I tell you? Actions speak louder than words," he said.

"Hey, you blushed just now. Were you thinking something naughty?" He teased with a playful tone.

Lela quickly caught on. Sylvester meant "doing" as in letting her sit on his shoulders.

Realizing this, Lela's face turned even redder.

Oh no! She had been corrupted by Sylvester's dirty mind, thinking about sex all the time.

Lela swung her slender legs, deliberately kicking Sylvester's chest. Sylvester held her restless feet with his hands, a hint of desire flashing in his eyes. "Stop squirming. If you turn me on, I won't be responsible." Lela quickly stopped moving her feet and instead pinched Sylvester's face.

Sylvester, helpless yet amused, let Lela have her way.

He thought, 'Lela, my delicate little princess.

'You miss home, so I'll give you a home.

'The sense of security Clarence gave you, I can give you the same.'

Lela rode on Sylvester's shoulders, looking at the sunset, feeling just like before when she rode on Clarence's shoulders, feeling extremely safe.

In the Dragon Manor kitchen, Sylvester, dressed in casual clothes and an apron, was cooking for Lela. James and the other chefs stood nervously to the side, watching the scene in fear.

The chubby James's hands trembled, saying, "Sylvester, why don't I do it instead?"noveldrama

When had Sylvester ever done such work? If Sylvester got hurt, it would be his fault.

The key point was that he was very scared!

He was afraid he had done something wrong and would be kicked out.

He didn't want to be kicked out!

Sylvester paid well, far above the market rate. If he got kicked out, it would be terrible! And he liked Lela and had sworn to cook for this cute and beautiful girl for a lifetime.

Sylvester skillfully handled the fish, ignoring the group.

James was shocked at his deft and familiar movements, surprised that someone of his status would handle fish, but he didn't dare ask. He remained nervous. "Sylvester, this fish is hard to handle. Your hands will smell fishy. Let me do it." The other chefs were also shocked, but seeing his determined attitude, they said, "Since Sir wants to cook himself, let's just help with some small tasks."

"I'll handle the lobster," one chef said.

"I'll make the sauce for the steak," another said.

"I'll handle the broccoli and asparagus," another said.

For a moment, the kitchen was bustling and lively.

Finally, after Sylvester handled the fish, he took the knife and forcefully threw it onto the cutting board, making a loud noise.

The sharp knife stuck firmly into the cutting board. His movements were stylish, exuding an indescribable aura, charming yet dangerous.

His chiseled face and sharp eyes were stunning them. "Too noisy. Get out."

They had been chattering in his ears, making his ears hurt.

James and the other chefs were startled and quickly fled.

In the next second, the entire kitchen was quiet.

Lela sat in the living room, replying to messages on her new phone.

Alvin seemed very mysterious. Even she could only find some information about him and the Scott family. Beyond that, she couldn't find anything. He must have some powerful backing.

She needed to have The X Spirits investigate the Wolf gang. Why did they want to kill her? If they dared to provoke her, they would have to pay the price.

The police matters were already fully handled by Ironfist Holding Center, so she didn't need to worry about that anymore.

As for Joseph, his body was charred. He had paid the price for his actions. He deserved it for trying to kill Charley and attempting to rape her.

Suddenly, she heard a loud noise from the kitchen, followed by James and the other chefs running out.

Lela stood up from the sofa and looked towards the kitchen. What happened there?