Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 17 A Sad Lost Girl

Sylvester and Lela's meal continued with laughter and shared food. Although Lela said nothing, Sylvester enjoyed himself immensely just listening to her giggle. In particular, he enjoyed the way Lela continued to feed him dumplings. "These are quite good, don't you think?" he asked her. She smiled in response. Mr. Feng and Michael looked on in amazement at Sylvester's change in demeanor over the previous few days. Michael looked at them sideways while speaking to the butler.

"Do you think he sees her as a daughter?" he muttered. The butler shrugged.

Lela heard the passing comment and frowned. Sylvester, seeing her eyes lose their sparkle, offered Lela a rose soy drink. "That's enough food. Try this instead."

After taking a sip, she smiled at him once again, then kissed his cheek, the glint returning to her eyes even brighter than before.

"Sir, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I wanted to let you know that your uncle, Raymond, has confessed to all of his crimes and would like to speak with you." Michael grimaced, pulling his boss's attention away from the girl, making him frown. "Not interested. I'd like a comprehensive investigation completed into the Wolf Gang and the relationship my uncle held with them." Michael nodded in agreement. It was an excellent idea to better understand the inner workings of the Wolf Gang, one of the top international assassin groups.

The Wolf Gang was incredibly arrogant, often extorting money from passersby and boasting immense power. It is both feared and hated internationally. To avoid being targeted while on a mission, the Wolf Gang's assassins usually operate anonymously. From the conversation they'd read between the assassin and Raymond, it seems that the were unaware of Gomez's true identity.

Unannounced, Ashlee walked in to join breakfast, overhearing the conversation but remaining unfazed.

"How did you sleep, nephew?"

She approached wearing a figure-hugging fishtail skirt, boasting a mature charm that young girls lack. Sylvester glanced at her without much expression, but as she was his elder, he remained polite and replied, "I slept just fine last night, thank you for asking."

Ashlee was taken aback. Her nephew always seemed to keep his distance, making it difficult for her to figure out how to continue a conversation. Suddenly, he was polite and conversational? Where did that come from?

At the sound of a clearing throat, her attention was drawn to a group of well-dressed men wearing ties, neatly standing in a corner of the hall.

"Who are they?" she asked gesturing in the direction of the men.

Michael respectfully replied, "Ashlee, they are the regional managers from various fashion brands. They have come to deliver clothes for Miss Lela." "Lela?" Ashlee exclaimed in surprise.

She turned her head and finally noticed the girl who was held by Sylvester. Lela's beauty was astonishing. After finishing her rose soymilk, she playfully shook the glass in front of Sylvester and even licked the corner of her mouth. Sylvester's eyes darkened as he took the glass from Lela's hand, using a tissue to wipe away the soymilk residue from her lips. Ashlee felt like the entire world had become surreal.

Was this really her nephew? The enigmatic and unpredictable Sylvester of the mysterious Gomez?

It was just too bizarre.

She couldn't hide her astonishment, and Michael, who had already become accustomed to the odd behavior Sylvester was exhibiting, noticed it all. Ashlee regained her composure and hurriedly asked, "Sylvester, who is this girl?" Sylvester smirked as he played with Lela's hair. "She's just a sad lost girl I found on the road."

Upon hearing this, Lela became displeased and looked up at him. Now that she had him, she was no longer pitiful. She finally had a home.

Sylvester was delighted that she could understand him. "Aren't you a poor little thing?" With just one glance, he could sense the resistance from her.

Lela shook her head and reached out, hugging his neck, her fair face pressed against his neck. "Alright, alright. You're not a poor little thing. I was just teasing you. With my last name attached to yours, who would dare call you such a thing?" What? Ashlee looked at Michael beside her, unable to believe what she heard. She asked, "What is Sylvester saying? He's giving her his last name?"

Michael glanced at Sylvester and explained again, "Miss Lela was picked up by the boss on our way back from Skya to Pliar. He saw her... looking unbelievably beautiful, so he brought her back. He gave her a name and even arranged for her identification. Now, Miss Lela is ready to be by the boss's side."

If they explained that Miss Lela was picked up because she was pitiful, no one would believe it. However, if they said the boss was interested in her because of her beauty, that would make more sense.

As expected, when Ashlee didn't suspect anything and only reminded him, "She looks like she's just come of age. You should keep that in mind, Sylvester. What would people think?"

It took Michael a while to react to what Ashlee said, feeling embarrassed by her words. How could she imply that the boss would take advantage of such a lovely young girl?

What was Ashlee thinking? Even if the boss was eager, he wouldn't be interested in a newly grown Mutant, right?

Moreover, Mutants had no intelligence. No matter how beautiful they were, what was the point?

But looking at Miss Lela wearing the boss's black shirt, it wasn't surprising that Ashlee would think that way. He didn't refute it and simply said, "Yes."

Only by truly bringing Miss Lela under the boss's wing could she be protected. That's what the boss told him.

With that, Sylvester laid his arm around Lela's waist, put her down on the ground, and stood up, holding her hand as they walked towards the managers. It was time to choose her wardrobe, something they'd both been looking forward to greatly.