Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 187 The Precarious Balance of Flora's Life

Beneath the towering edifice of Stellar Entertainment, a hushed crowd bore witness to the spectacle of Cosmo Coleman's departure. Escorted by burly bodyguards, Cosmo's hair was a wild tangle, his appearance as disheveled as his state of mind.

Mildred Gomez emerged from the front entrance, her voice cutting through the stunned silence. "See to the surveillance," she commanded her subordinates. With her orders issued, she fell into step behind Sylvester Gomez and Lela, their departure as abrupt as their confrontation.

Cosmo Coleman, confronted by the intimidating line of sleek cars parked at the entrance, was consumed by fear. His hands braced against the car door, he pleaded, his voice trembling, "Miss, sir, I'm certain I've done nothing to offend you." Lela, her patience worn thin, responded with a swift kick that sent Cosmo sprawling into the car.

Once inside, Lela seized Cosmo by the hair, forcing him to meet her gaze. "Where does Flora Harrison live?" she demanded. The realization dawned on Cosmo; these people knew Flora Harrison.

His eyes widened in suspicion, "Who are you exactly? What business do you have with Flora Harrison?"

Lela's patience was at its breaking point. She tightened her grip on Cosmo's hair, "Tell me where she lives, now!" With no other option, Cosmo stammered out an address.

...

At the Peaceful Stay Hotel, Lela stepped out of the car, her gaze sweeping over the hotel sign. It wasn't the epitome of luxury, but it was a respectable establishment. Guided by the address Cosmo had provided, she ventured inside. Upon inquiry at the front desk, they discovered that Flora Harrison was staying in room 1802, located on the topmost floor. Without further delay, they ascended to the suite.

Lela knocked on the door of the room, but her knocks echoed unanswered. A sense of dread crept into her heart. The lack of response to both phone calls and knocks at the door sparked a fear that Flora might have taken a drastic step. Sylvester Gomez, sensing her fear, reassured her, "Don't worry, I've got this." He gently pulled Lela behind him, drawing a gun with his free hand. A single shot shattered the lock, and the door swung open.

Lela rushed inside. The living room was tidy, a limited-edition purse belonging to Flora Harrison perched on the sofa. The half-drawn curtains allowed the shifting light to play across the room. However, the room was empty. Lela's gaze fell upon the shoe rack near the entrance - the high heels were the same pair her sister had worn from Dragon Manor.

Her sister had returned here, alone and isolated. Lela's fists clenched in resolve as she searched the remaining rooms, each one as empty as the last. As she neared the bathroom, a heavy scent of blood hung in the air, turning her blood cold. Her face drained of color, Lela held up a hand to stop Sylvester Gomez. "Don't, Sylvester, don't go in there." With a deep breath, she pushed open the bathroom door.

...

Inside the bathroom, Flora Harrison lay submerged in a bathtub filled to the brim. Clad in a pure white dress, her hair fanned out around her, she was a tragic figure. Her eyes were tightly shut, her chest still. Her left wrist, marred by a deep cut, rested on the edge of the tub. The warm crimson blood flowed freely, pooling into the drain.

The sight was enough to make Lela's head spin. "Sister," she cried out, her voice choked with pain. She rushed to Flora's side, pressing on her wrist in a futile attempt to stem the flow of blood.

The bleeding wouldn't stop. Frantically, Lela felt for Flora's pulse on her right hand. It was there, but frighteningly weak.

"Sylvester Gomez, Sylvester Gomez..." Lela's voice was desperate as she called out to him.

Sylvester Gomez, having anticipated the grim scene, rushed in with a medical kit. Flora Harrison, an actress known for her action scenes, often sustained injuries, hence the presence of a medical kit in her hotel room.

The sight of the blood-soaked bathroom drained the color from Sylvester's face. He knelt beside Lela, "Kid, we need to call a doctor."

Lela clutched Sylvester's hand, "No, we can't let anyone know about this." In that moment, Sylvester Gomez was the only person she trusted.