Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 12 Rage from a Kiss

Initially, Doctor Watson had no interest in this matter. Being old, all he wanted was to lie in bed and get a good night's sleep.

Upon hearing Sylvester's words, his inner self couldn't help but tremble. You see, knowing the power and influence of the Gomez in Pliar's Central City, one could understand the immense honor it was to bear the surname "Gomez". Now, he casually bestowed this honor to his Lady Phoenix.

Suddenly, in his heart, Doctor Watson had a thought about Sylvester. His goodwill increased slightly. He became interested and no longer felt sleepy.

He also wondered what kind of name Master Sylvester, the puppet master, would give to his Lady Phoenix.

Like Watson, Michael perked up his ears to listen.

Sylvester pondered for a moment, and suddenly a line of poetry popped into his mind. Smirking, he flicked the girl's earlobe and said, "How about Lela? Do you like it?"

The girl, who had initially twisted his collar, changed her hold to encircle Sylvester's neck. Smiling gently, she lightly planted a kiss on his cheek.

[*Mhm**! Let's reward this jerk with a name for her.**]*

The soft touch inexplicably ignited Sylvester's anger.

His mood plummeted rapidly, and his face grew darker. Even Michael and Doctor Watson could sense the surrounding hostile atmosphere, as if it could crush them at any moment. Sylvester gripped the girl's slender neck tightly, pulling her towards him. His amber eyes turned slightly reddish as he asked, "Who taught you to do that?"

[*Does she **even **have the intellect to understand these things?*]

The girl bit her lip, and her eyes held the purest innocence in the world.

She struggled to understand why this incredibly good-looking man suddenly acted this way.

Watson was startled, about to rush over to pull Sylvester away, but Michael immediately grabbed him, his voice somewhat muffled, "Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

Going against their master's wrathful state was as good as seeking death. Moreover, his actions wouldn't just harm himself but could also hasten the Mutant's death.

Watson was taken aback, as he had long heard that Lord Sylvester was not to be messed with. But this girl was his Lady Phoenix, and he didn't want to see her left at his mercy like this.

The girl grimaced in pain, her brows tightly furrowed, mist forming in her beautiful eyes.

Unable to hold back, Watson suddenly had a realization. His voice trembled, uncertain, "Master Sylvester, she might have learned it from television. Can you be sure that despite her mental disability, she doesn't watch TV?"

In the moment when tears were about to well up, Sylvester suddenly released his grip.

The girl held her own neck with both hands, coughing softly. Her small face had turned bright red as she held back tears from falling.

Afraid that Sylvester might erupt in anger again, Watson quickly reached for his phone. With it in hand, Watson opened a mindless romantic drama. Just as the female lead was about to kiss the male lead on the face, Watson paused the show and handed the phone to the girl, saying, 'Are you imitating what's happening here?'

The girl obediently glanced at the TV screen and nodded in response.

Sylvester's ferocious aura instantly dissipated upon seeing this. He looked at the girl with a tense expression and eventually raised his hand.

The girl, seeing Sylvester raise his hand again, instinctively stepped back.

Sylvester felt a pang in his heart.

'Come here,' Sylvester said, his voice softened.

Feeling like she couldn't sense the cruelty in him at the moment, she approached him, and Sylvester gently rubbed her head.

'Bring the healing ointment.'

Watson glanced at the girl and, seeing that Sylvester had no intention of harming her, turned to fetch the ointment.

Along the way, Watson couldn't understand why Lady Phoenix would do this and pretend to be unaware.

What exactly did Lady Phoenix want?

While Watson went to get the medication, Sylvester gave instructions to Michael.

'I leave Lela's education to you.'

Michael nodded and inquired, 'Sir, is Miss Lela attending school in Central City or elsewhere?'

Michael smoothly changed his question from if she'd attend school to where, although he didn't understand why the boss gave such a name to this beautiful Mutant woman. Sylvester was satisfied with Michael's change of question.

After contemplating for a moment, he replied, 'Go to Greafury City.'

Pliar was a place with complex influences, and Central City was like a perilous abyss. If his precious little one was discovered there, it could potentially lead to chaos.

Though he never feared trouble, and no one dared to be foolish enough to oppose him openly, there was always a chance that someone might try something behind the scenes. The Wolf Gang's assassins were a living example of this. Michael also thought Greafury City was a good choice. After all, it was one of the boss's territories, and it wasn't as complicated as Central City.

Furthermore, Charlie was also in Greafury City.

"I went to study in Greafury city. The reason I returned to the Gomez' mansion this time was because Charlie got into trouble and needed the Gomez's doctor and top medical equipment.

"Since everything is fine now, it's time to go back," Michael told Lela

"Sir, should I arrange for Miss Lela to attend Charlie's school as well?"

Charlie's school in Greafury City is the best, and with Charlie taking care of her, no one would dare to harm Miss Lela.

"There's no rush with that. First, gather information about several good schools in Greafury City." Sylvester paused and continued, "I want detailed information about each school, every leader, and every student, along with a chart describing their relationships." He had to be careful with every step to ensure the safety of his little one.

Michael couldn't help but be amazed. Back when Charlie was going to study in Greafury City, the boss was not this meticulous.

Indeed, the Mutant girl was getting much more care... Oh yes, it was Miss Lela. She's the difference.

"As you wish."

Although he agreed, Michael still felt that this task was extraordinary. Each good school in Greafury City had at least several thousand students, and there were many schools.

He would definitely not sleep well these days. Ah! Later, he would ask Doctor Watson for some medicine to replenish his body.

Watson came in with the healing ointment for Lela.

Sylvester took it and personally applied the medicine to her neck.

He controlled the pressure very well, afraid of hurting her yet fearing it was not enough.

Seeing this, Michael pulled Watson outside.

After leaving the room, Michael closed the door and he and Doctor Watson walked towards the guest room.

"Old man, give me some medicine to replenish my body."

Watson looked at Michael in shock. It couldn't be--it couldn't be true. He couldn't have really cursed the young man in his earlier anger, could he have? This man's body needs to be strong, otherwise, he won't be able to find a wife [or] help his Lady Phoenix.

Though Michael was unpleasant, upon careful consideration, the curse the doctor managed was quite malicious.

"What's wrong with you? Do you have a kidney deficiency?" Watson seemed to feel bad after saying that and hurriedly reassured, "You don't have to worry too much. Although it's a common problem for many men, fortunately, it's not a terminal illness and can be treated."

"...Wait a minute! Doctor, did you curse me?"

He couldn't bear it any longer. Without Sylvester around, Michael gradually revealed his true nature.

Michael really wanted to kick Watson but considering that he was a renowned physician in Pliar and had made significant contributions to the country, Michael held himself back.

"I have a lot of work these days, just give me some heart medicine or something to keep me working," he said.

Watson looked at him, still seeming a little drained from the recent incident. He...got it wrong! It wasn't the curse at all, just a heart condition!

Michael looked at Watson with a bewildered expression and couldn't help but ask irritably, "Aren't you a cardiac specialist? Don't you have any heart medicine?"

"I do, I do. Just a moment."

Great! He got it wrong for real.

Just as Watson was about to enter the room, Michael remembered something and stopped him in a mysterious manner, "Old man, why do you think the boss gave Miss Lela such a name?" Only then did Watson recall that there had been such a matter.

"Spill it. You must have an idea." Michael's voice carried a sense of urgency and threat.

Watson looked at Michael and shook his head. This kid had suffered due to his lack of education.

However, he couldn't say anything for sure. He waved his hand, "How would I know? Why don't you go ask Master Sylvester?" Michael felt ridiculous. How could anyone figure out the boss's motives? He probably just named her whatever sounded good. Suddenly uninterested, Michael turned and left, planning to go back to his room to sleep then continue working in the morning.