Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter120 It's Not About Liking; It's About Conquering

Fudge glanced at the white lion thoughtfully. "Mr. Gomez, you're fond of this beast?"

He knew well the white lion's animosity toward humans and its ferocious combat power.

Master Sylvester Gomez released Lela and approached Big White. Under the beast's hostile gaze, he nonchalantly took a metal chain, holding it with a faint smirk, "Fondness isn't the word; I relish the thrill of conquest." With that, he gave a firm tug on the chain, as if to release his vexation.

Big White, the shaggy-headed beast, strained forward when he was tugged, baring his teeth and roaring loudly at Master Sylvester Gomez.

Master Gomez seemed utterly indifferent to Big White's display of anger, glancing sidelong at Josh Fudge, "What's the matter, Mr. Fudge? Not willing to part with your pet?"

Josh Fudge glanced at the white lion and, after a moment of thought, broke into a smile. "Not at all, it's just an animal. If Mr. Gomez wants it, he can have it."

"Well, that's very generous of you, Mr. Fudge."

With a casual toss, Master Gomez threw the metal leash aside, and Mildred Gomez, who had come up beside him, quickly caught it, eyeing Big White warily as he snarled and snarled. "Hey there, big fella, don't bite me, okay? I'm just the help here."

Seeing that Mildred wasn't intentionally pulling on the chain, Big White started walking forward, pulling her along with a proud gait and snorting disdainfully through his nostrils. Mildred stood silent, wondering if it shouldn't be the other way around - wasn't she supposed to be leading him?

The frenzied mix of wealthy onlookers and their companions were practically petrified at the sight. Mouths agape, they watched in disbelief.

"Didn't Mr. Fudge say this lion hated people?"

"I'm guessing it's for show, that beast must've been tamed by a trainer."

"But does a tamed animal not bite? Is there a hierarchy of disdain among the beasts, where they won't challenge those stronger?"

"Who knows? As long as it doesn't bite me," said one of the tycoons, who then hid behind his car and pushed his companion in front to shield himself.

Josh Fudge, of course, wanted to keep Master Gomez around. In an effort to currying favor, he stepped in front of Master Gomez, who was about to walk towards his waiting car with Lela in his arm.

"Mr. Gomez, it's getting late, why not stay for a while? Our wildlife park has a natural hot spring. Even though it's summer, soaking in the hot spring is quite pleasant. Plus, we've just come from a hunting game, and the smell of blood is on us - a hot soak would be perfect. Besides, I noticed the lion has an injury on its hind leg; how about I have our park veterinarian take a look?"

Hearing this, Lela squeezed Master Gomez's hand, looking up earnestly into his eyes with her own bright and imploring gaze.

Master Sylvester Gomez couldn't care less about treating Big White's hind leg injury, but one look into Lela's alluring eyes melted his resolve.

"Little troublemaker, seems like you've got your heart set on a dip in the hot springs, huh?" Sylvester said, deliberately not mentioning Big White's injury, even though he knew perfectly well that Lela was deeply concerned about the lion and only stayed to tend to it.

Lela, realizing just how jealous Sylvester could get, nodded in agreement, "Yeah, I'd like to soak in the hot springs with Master Sylvester."

Sylvester's heart fluttered as a dark sparkle crossed his eyes and a sly smile curved his lips, "You want to join me in the hot springs? Alright then, your wish is my command, darling."

Lela was speechless -

Men and their ego.

Josh Fudge, seeing the man agree, couldn't hide his elation, "Mr. Gomez, I'll have one of my guys show you to your room."