Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 192 The Stewart Family's Domain? Not for Long

As dusk surrendered to the night, the Stewart family's courtyard was awash with light, dispelling the encroaching darkness.

The Stewart family was in the throes of a jubilant celebration, their ancestral home echoing with laughter and the clinking of glasses. They were toasting to their recent victory, having secured a coveted project from the Sylvesters. The atmosphere was electric, charged with the thrill of their triumph.

At the helm of the Stewart family was Jyri Stewart, Victor's father. His strategic acumen had propelled the family's fortunes, outmaneuvering several formidable competitors to clinch the Sylvester's tender.

The patriarch of the Stewart family, now advanced in years, had gradually ceded control to his eldest son, his chest swelling with pride at his progeny's accomplishments.

Despite the undercurrent of discontent among some family members, none could dispute Jyri's supremacy. Their envy was concealed behind strained smiles, their begrudging admiration for the elder brother undeniable.

At this family gathering, the Stewarts had extended an invitation to only one outsider - Reese Jenkins. The Jenkins, like the Stewarts, were a prominent family in Central City, and Reese, their prized daughter, was treated with the utmost respect. The Stewarts were keen on forging a powerful alliance with the Jenkins family.

As the evening progressed, Victor, too, raised his glass in toast, his hand entwined with Reese's, exchanging cordial words with the elders.

"When can we expect the announcement of Victor and Reese's engagement?" inquired a relative from a distant branch of the Stewart family.

Jyri Stewart responded with a genial smile, "That's for Reese to decide, whether she wishes to become a part of the Stewart family." Reese, a college junior, blushed at his words, retorting playfully, "Uncle, you're teasing me again."

Laughter rippled through the room, painting a picture of familial harmony.

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Outside the Stewart mansion, a fleet of ominous black cars lined the driveway. From them, Sylvester's bodyguards - highly trained operatives from the Ironfist Holding Center - disembarked, advancing towards the Stewart's front gate with practiced ease.

The Stewart family's security personnel, sensing the brewing storm, moved to intercept them, but they were woefully outmatched by Sylvester's elite team.

"Who are you? Do you realize you're trespassing on Stewart property?" they challenged.

Emerging from one of the cars, Lela cradled an urn, her slender figure accentuated by a black dress. A white velvet flower adorned her ear, a stark contrast to her icy gaze. Her eyes, tinged red at the corners, radiated an unspoken warning - 'Cross me at your own peril.'

Her presence was a paradox, a blend of innocence and allure, yet she wore it with an effortless grace.

"Stewart property?" Lela scoffed, "Not for long."

Inside the car, Mildred Gomez turned to Sylvester Gomez, "Sir, aren't you joining her?"

What if things spiraled out of control?

He had witnessed Lela's ruthless streak at the casino, where she had taken down some formidable opponents. The scene had been grisly and explosive.

Once, he might have been concerned for the Stewarts; now, he could only silently lament their impending fate.

Sylvester remained in the back seat, his amber eyes calm as he watched Lela disappear into the mansion. His voice, deep and resonant, broke the silence, "She needs to vent. Let her. Follow her, and if Lela suffers even a scratch, don't bother staying in my employ."

Mildred acknowledged the instruction hastily.

Sylvester had his reasons for staying behind.

Ever since their return from the casino, he had admonished Lela, forbidding her from resorting to violence. That was his domain, not hers, and she had promised to abide by his rules.

If he accompanied her, he feared it would restrain her.

But today was different; he was granting her a free pass.

One team of bodyguards subdued the Stewart security, while another trailed Lela, led by Mildred Gomez...