Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 185 You're Cosmo Coleman?

At Stellar Entertainment,

Sylvester Gomez sauntered into the building alongside Lela, exuding an air of ownership. A security guard made a feeble attempt to intercept them, only to be promptly thwarted by Sylvester Gomez's personal bodyguards. The lobby instantly transformed into a theatre of silent spectators, their faces etched with shock as they watched the audacious newcomers.

Unfazed, Lela strode directly to the reception desk, her voice frosty as she demanded, "Tell me where I can find Cosmo Coleman in your company." The agent's defamatory actions had seared his name into her memory, and she was not about to forget.

The receptionist trembled in fear, stuttering, "W-what do you intend to do?"

Lela leaned in, her head tilted slightly. Her eyes, beautiful and mischievous, held a hint of danger as they flashed a fiery red. "Give me the address. This doesn't concern you, but if you continue to waste my time, I can't guarantee what will happen."

Sylvester Gomez observed the scene from the sidelines, knowing better than to interfere. He trusted Lela to take the lead and was ready to back her up when necessary.

The receptionist, terrified by Lela's menacing glare and the imposing bodyguards, stammered out, "Agent Coleman is in a meeting with the executives on the eighteenth floor, in the large conference room."

"Thanks," Lela replied curtly, turning to pull Sylvester Gomez toward the elevators. He allowed himself to be led, glancing down at their intertwined fingers and offering a small smile. Mildred Gomez and two bodyguards trailed behind them, their expressions stern.

As they ascended in the elevator, they passed by employees and even a few celebrities, all of whom cast surprised and admiring glances at Sylvester Gomez and Lela. Whispers filled the air, but a warning glance from Mildred Gomez silenced them instantly.

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Within the conference room, amidst a heated discussion, the glass door was suddenly kicked open, shattering under the force. The deafening crash startled everyone inside. Sylvester Gomez withdrew his foot, his expression indifferent as he surveyed the room.

Taken aback, the CEO of Stellar Entertainment, Mr. Lopez, roared, "Who are you people? Do you know where you are?" His words fell on deaf ears as the executives began to curse, demanding security to remove the intruders. Sylvester Gomez merely grinned, his eyes cold and fierce. "You can try," he challenged. It wasn't long before news of the subdued security team spread, leaving the executives seething but hesitant to act.

Mr. Lopez, a seasoned veteran of the industry, quickly attempted to defuse the situation. "Sir, perhaps there's been some misunderstanding? Let's talk it through. Cosmo, go make some tea." His obsequious attitude was almost nauseating. Releasing Sylvester Gomez's hand, Lela stepped forward, her gaze sweeping over the room. Her eyes landed on a few women, and she raised an eyebrow, asking, "Who is Cosmo Coleman?"

Cosmo, looking bewildered, drew the attention of everyone in the room. "You are?" he asked, perplexed.

Lela was undeniably striking, a promising talent. With Flora Harrison's career on the decline, her aunt had little to gain. But this girl, if groomed properly, could surpass Flora, and all without competing with her niece. "No," he corrected himself, "She could be even better than Flora Harrison."

Lela approached Cosmo, her left hand resting on the back of his chair as she leaned in, her voice commanding, "You are Cosmo Coleman!"