Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 138 Shocking News – Josh Fudge Found Dead in the Hot Spring Pool

"If you're heartbroken, so am I. I just slipped, I..."

Before she could finish, Sylvester took the initiative, stood up, and leaned forward with his hands on the bedside, enveloping her in his embrace and leaning in for a kiss. He traced her lips gently with his, soothing her, not intending to deepen the kiss.

After the kiss, Sylvester released her. With his eyes still red, he asked in a low, sensual voice, "Does it still hurt?"

Cicery shook her head, batting her eyelashes, "No more pain, but I'm hungry now."

Sylvester pinched her soft cheek, wiped away the blood with gauze, then lifted her up to carry her to the dining room, "Baby, promise me you'll be careful next time, okay?" "Okay."

"Good girl."

"Just a moment, I'll get you something."

"Mhm."

In the dining room, Sylvester watched her eat, his long fingers deftly carving the turkey meat and feeding it to her.

Chewing contentedly, her cheeks were puffed, Cicery asked with satisfaction, "Did you make this yourself?"

She hadn't expected that the sophisticated Sylvester would cook, let alone make something so delicious.

Sylvester chuckled as he watched her with adoring eyes, "Yeah, do you like it?"

"It's the best thing I've ever had," she complimented without hesitation.

Right then, Vincent called. Sylvester wiped his hands with a napkin before taking the call.

"Sylvester Gomez, we've got a situation," Vincent said, his tone grave.

Gomez's face tensed up as he listened. "Dead?" he stood up abruptly, turning to Cicery, "Sweetheart, you go ahead and eat. I need to take care of something." Cicery, spooning some soup into her mouth, barely glanced up, just nodded, "Mhm."

Once outside the dining room, in the living room, Sylvester continued, "How did he end up dead in a hot tub?"

He had sent Goy Gomez a different kind of message - this wasn't the way it was supposed to go down.

On the other end, Vincent, en route to the crime scene with Burl Cain glanced at his companion, "We don't know the specifics yet. His bodyguard found him. They say it was brutal, his throat was slit and the hot tub water was stained red." "I heard from the bodyguards that they checked on Josh Fudge during their report; he was fine then. However, when they returned, he was gone. No sounds of a struggle were heard, so they're clueless about who did it. The bodyguard suggested I take a look."

"This whole thing's blown up big time. I've already had the entire spa locked down. The Greafury Police Department has a task force on the way."

"There are two strange aspects to this case. First, Josh Fudge's bodyguards were on the doorstep and noticed nothing; and second, they checked the CCTV - the entire wildlife park's feeds were wiped clean, irrevocably." Standing by the window, watching the deluge outside, Sylvester put away his phone, deep in thought.

That's when Goy Gomez knocked and entered, his expression off-kilter.

"Sir, Josh Fudge is dead, and it wasn't our doing."

They hadn't even gotten the chance to make their move before the man was gone.

Back at the dining room, Cicery heard it all, her laughter growing louder.

At the spa, the police hadn't arrived yet. Vincent was the only one with military authority, and he had already ordered the premises sealed: no one in or out. The wealthy patrons still inside were effectively trapped. Anxious and nervous, they wanted to leave but feared Vincent's orders, forced to wait patiently for the police to arrive and complete their investigation before they could go.

Since the crime scene couldn't be disturbed, people huddled at the door of Josh Fudge's spa room, chattering and speculating among themselves.

Who says gossip is limited to one gender? Human nature doesn't discriminate people of all genders indulge in rumor and speculation.

"I can't fathom what beef Josh Fudge had with someone to be killed so brazenly."