Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 123We Are Just Expected to Serve Mister

In a sudden moment while Lela's hand glided over his abs, something snapped within Master Sylvester Gomez. There was no time to ask Lela about her childhood - he released her and bolted awkwardly towards the bathroom.

Soon after, the sounds of washing and rinsing echoed from the bathroom.

Lying on the couch, Lela's eyes were fixed on the bathroom door as she let out a mischievous chuckle. She understood she was living in a modern, civilized world, and appreciated the respect Master Sylvester Gomez afforded her. Master Sylvester...

Master Sylvester...

You're such a gem.

While Master Sylvester groomed himself in the bathroom, Lela rose from the couch and connected her phone to the hotel's Wi-Fi. Her delicate fingers danced across the screen as she quickly hacked into the hotel's surveillance system. She smirked coldly as she scanned each camera feed, finding no blind spots. Then she turned her attention to the top floor-the suite of Josh Fudge. As expected, even when the room was empty, it was heavily guarded by security. Typical Josh Fudge with his top-notch protection.

But now, having crossed her, he wouldn't have it easy.

The noises from the bathroom subsided, and an hour later, Master Sylvester Gomez stepped out with a clearly irritated expression. The torturous tease of seeing but not being able to touch, made worse by the provocations of the cunning little vixen.

Seeing Master Sylvester emerge, Lela playfully stuck out her tongue and pocketed her phone.

"Master Sylvester," she called sweetly, the impish seducer nowhere in sight.

Just then, the hotel door opened, and Master Sylvester answered. A hotel employee delivered a set of new spa attire, avoiding eye contact and bowing slightly. "Mr. Gomez, the hot springs are ready for you to enjoy." Thinking of the little one fresh out of the wilderness, Master Sylvester accepted the attire and closed the door behind him.

"Sweetheart, get dressed."

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The hot springs at the wildlife sanctuary were expansive set unevenly, far from uniform, creating a scattered yet harmonious layout.

Although it was a natural hot spring, privacy had to be considered, so it was enclosed to form an indoor retreat.

The soaking areas were divided by gender.

Steam rose gently from the hot spring, and beside it on a limestone podium, scented candles burned, their thin wisp of smoke mitigating the natural sulfur odor of the waters.

Soft music filled the air, adding to the overall comfort of the setting.

Master Sylvester Gomez, with his muscular torso exposed, lounged by the pool's edge, his arms casually draped over the rim. His head bowed, amber eyes closed, and sensuous lips slightly parted. Mist clung to his chiseled profile, condensing into droplets that traveled down his fair, taut cheeks before falling into the water, creating delicate ripples.

He exuded an otherworldly, breathtaking allure.

Master Sylvester Gomez had been mulling over something Lela had said, with his eyes closed.

What was that about a tribe? She belonged to a forest tribe?

Just then, soft footsteps approached from behind.

Instantly, Gomez's eyes snapped open, and he surged to his feet. Two girls who had just reached him were startled, losing their balance and tumbling into the water.

"Speak! Who sent you here?" he demanded, his cool gaze piercing them, voice deep and as chilling as a plunge into an icy cave.

He had been careless, so engrossed in thoughts about the girl that he hadn't noticed their arrival.

The two girls floundered in the water, finally regaining their composure. One, slightly braver, answered uneasily, "We... we didn't know, sir. We were just told to take good care of the gentleman." The instructions!

To serve!

Ha!

In a flash, Gomez's eyes turned sharp as frigid blades, his presence now oppressively cold, his tone biting, "Leave!"