Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 160 If Anyone Dares to Take Her Eyes, I'll Kill Them

Mildred Gomez might not have been the sharpest tool in the shed, but having grown up in Sylvester's shadow, she had a crystal-clear understanding of his temper. The talk of betting a pair of eyes made her acutely aware of the rage building inside Sylvester.

She glanced up at the stage, trying to make sense of it all. The so-called 'king of bets' didn't seem out of the ordinary-buzzcut, a familiar build that caught her eye. The only odd thing was his youth.

Sylvester turned to Mildred with a voice that carried a chilling edge, "Get Ethan for me."

Confused but obliging, Mildred nodded, "Right away, sir."

Soon, Ethan arrived, bowing his head, both respectful and perplexed, "You called for me, sir?"

Meanwhile, Charles was focused on the stage, ignoring the exchange nearby.

If his man could secure a firm foothold here, it would be like planting a mole in Pilar country, making his moves so much easier in the future. If he could bring Cove into his sphere of influence, the royalty would honor him, and he wouldn't have to continue his charade of brotherly love with his brother, King Willes. He would be the one to replace his brother.

Lost in his thoughts, Charles was oblivious to his surroundings.

Sylvester's gaze fixated on Lela on the stage, his face taut and voice low so that only Ethan could hear, "I don't care what the outcome is; the bet has to end without a scratch on her. If anything goes wrong, don't bother showing up for work again." It was an unspoken order to cheat.

Ethan looked surprised; he didn't understand why his boss would say such a thing. Although Sylvester cared about the casino, what did it have to do with this 'king of bets'? Besides, when had Sylvester ever cared about anyone beyond Raymond and his own five brothers?

Who on earth was this 'king of bets'?

Mildred decided not to dwell on it for now and focus on the task at hand, "Yes, I'll get right on it."

Once Ethan had left, he set out to prepare immediately.

Sylvester remained seated, eyes downcast, idly fiddling with a small white firearm in his hand a piece crafted from ivory, designed to evade metal detectors.

To ensure the fairness of the competition, both underworld and law enforcers mandated a no-gun rule.

Naturally, to avoid any special treatment, the casino's boss was the first to comply.

But Sylvester had always relished in breaking rules, even the ones he set himself.

Mildred Gomez stared at the brass bullet in his hand, a recent gift from Ethan, still pondering its purpose when he caught sight of his boss's ivory-handled gun. He discreetly slid the ammo into Sylvester's waiting palm. His movements were cautious and covert, going unnoticed by the others.

Sylvester loaded the gun.

If Lela wanted to play, he'd let her play. And if she lost, should anyone dare to claim her eyes, he'd kill them himself.

He had always been her steadfast support.

Gun ready, Sylvester leaned back into the sofa, observing Lela in the arena.

At that moment, Yaz hesitated. But catching Charles's encouraging gaze from below, he felt fearless. After all, his international betting track record boasted nothing but victories, each win invigorating him. "Let's bet," Yaz declared with gusto, eliciting a chorus of cheers from the spectators.

Lela sat casually, one leg crossed over the other, slender pale hand draped over the armrest.

Sylvester watched her relaxed posture with an exasperated look, torn between frustration and amusement.