Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 16 Crystal Shrimp Dumplings

Downstairs

Over ten managers had arrived since receiving the news last night. It was now close to eleven in the morning, and they hadn't even had breakfast.

The Gomez' staff had prepared a table full of breakfast for these managers-they were always excellent at hospitality--but just because the hosts had this kind of intention didn't mean they were qualified to accept it. The managers expressed their lack of hunger one after another.

What a joke. How could they eat when the work hadn't even started?

They were risking their lives... and giving up work.

Michael came out of his guest room after working on documents all night. After taking a shower, he planned to come down and eat something, only to find the chef busy in the kitchen.

She asked and found out that many had arrived to eat the Mutant girl.

Later, he also learned that those cowardly managers dared not eat. He stormed into the room where they were waiting and shouted, "Eat! How can you work without eating? Besides, if you don't eat, what do you think the Gomez will think? Are they not being hospitable enough?"

With such a strong reprimand, the group of managers sat down at the dining table, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, but they stuffed food into their mouths at the sight of it.

They certainly didn't dare to think that the Gomez were lacking in hospitality.

Looking at this group of cowards, Michael shook his head and sat at another table, picking up a sandwich and eating it in a leisurely manner.

These managers were all stunned. Sensing their gaze, Michael spoke.

"You eat your food, don't mind me."

With these words, the managers became even more shocked. Even if they lacked a truly deep insight, they knew who this was. He was Mr. Gomez's right-hand man, always by Sylvester's side. Whoever could be so close to Mr. Gomez was definitely not someone to be ignored.

Suddenly the legendary figure appeared before them, joining breakfast and sharing a table with them. The managers felt like they were in a fantasy world.

They had thought that Michael, as the right-hand man, would be aloof. They didn't expect him to be anywhere near the angelic figure his name suggested. It was quite comforting, however, that he was down-to-Earth enough to be seated alongside them.

If Michael knew their thoughts, he would probably laugh out loud.

And if they knew that despite being called Michael, he was anything but angelic and wouldn't hesitate to kill without batting an eye, they would regret their thoughts.

At this moment, one of the managers happened to catch sight of someone coming down from upstairs and was scared witless.

"Mr. Gomez... is here."

Upon hearing this, the others immediately stood up, causing a grating sound as they dragged their chairs.

Sylvester frowned, sending a cold, piercing gaze at them.

The managers trembled, looking at the person before them with the nervousness of students seeing the headmaster.

This was Mr. Gomez?

No wonder he had such a strong presence. Just one glance made them feel weak in the knees.

Sylvester thought about having to pick clothes for the little one later, so he didn't explode in anger. If this were in the past, these people would have been dragged out by the bodyguards. Michael stood up and respectfully looked at Sylvester... "Sir," he intoned.

The other managers followed Michael 's lead, their voices filled with the utmost respect and humility. "Good morning, Mr. Gomez."

Sylvester nodded shallowly to them.

Michael knew that his friend his master would probably have a meal with Miss Lela now, so he didn't follow them to their feet. Instead, he instructed the timid managers to sit down. These managers really lacked composure. In normal situations, they must have encountered many grand occasions. This was hardly grand, so why were they so out of their element in critical moments like these?

Up in the main dining hall, a variety of international breakfast cuisines were laid out, each dish exquisite in its own right.

Upon her arrival downstairs, Mr. Feng, the Gomez butler, saw the girl for the first time and a hint of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

No wonder the boss doted on her. He only came back yesterday, yet today he instructed the chef to prepare an elaborate breakfast and arranged various international brands like Pilar couture to come by and showcase their wares. The butler entered with an armful of the new clothes, awaiting the Gomez. With a stunning appearance like hers, anyone would want to indulge her, especially Mr. Gomez. Standing by, he couldn't help but introduce himself to Lela, "Miss, this breakfast was specially prepared for you by Mr. Gomez. We have both a variety of breakfast options in case you don't like one or the other."

Lela's enchanting eyes were showed an innocent expression. She understood the butler's words, smiled at him, and then looked at Sylvester, opening her mouth, behaving as if she was patiently waiting for him to feed her.

Being a Mutant, she still didn't "know" how to use utensils. The butler had assumed she would use the chopsticks herself, never expecting her to look solely at Mr. Gomez. Does she really not know what kind of person Mr. Gomez is? No matter how much he dotes on her, he shouldn't let her become spoiled. How could he possibly hand-feed her? As the thought emerged, the butler widened his eyes, witnessing the bizarre scene before him.

Sylvester pulled Lela over to sit on his lap and used his slender hand to pick up a crystal shrimp dumpling with a silver chopstick, offering it to Lela's mouth. Lela didn't hesitate and took a bite, slowly savoring the flavor.

It was delicious, incredibly delicious!

Sylvester guessed right; she had scanned the table earlier and her gaze lingered the longest on this crystal shrimp dumpling. Seeing her enjoy it made him greatly satisfied

"Which one would you like to eat next? I'll serve it to you," he offered, tending to the little one.

Lela casually pointed at a Western dish, and the butler immediately pushed the plate in front of her. Sylvester switched to a fork and fed Lela the food. In the end, Lela seemed to find the feeding less exciting, so after Sylvester grabbed another pastry with the fork and offered it to her, she reached out her left hand to hold Sylvester's wrist while her right hand went for the fork in his hand.

Perhaps noticing her curiosity about the cutlery, Sylvester didn't insist and handed her the fork. "Do you want to feed yourself?"

Lela took the fork, paused upon hearing this, then turned to look at Sylvester, only to realize that he hadn't even eaten himself. After realizing this, Lela held the fork in her hand and turned it towards Sylvester. The fork was spearing a piece of crystal shrimp dumpling. Sylvester watched her actions, initially caught off guard but then smirked.

It seems he didn't spoil this little thing in vain; she knows how to reciprocate.