Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 23 Little Turtle and Lady Phoenix

Inside The X Spirits company bulding, Turtt swaggered towards the common area with a glass of red wine. He sat on the sofa and looked at Lily, who stared at her phone silently with a furrowed brow.

"Lily, what are you doing?"

With a small jump upon seeing him, she blurted out, "Little Turtle, you scared me!"

"Stop." Turtt said unhappily. "I told you to call me Turtt."

Turtt, one of the animal spirits in Lady Phoenix's The X Spirits, couldn't understand why they all made things so chaotic; it was a simple request.

Lily ignored him. "What do you think Lady Phoenix is doing right now?"

Turtt took a sip of his wine, glanced at the spirit sideways, and said, "How would I know? Besides, you've seen Lady Phoenix before whereas the rest of us spirits have no idea what she looks like. I have no clue what she could be up to." Lily slapped Turtt's head hard.

Turtt looked aggrieved. "Ouch! Why would you hit me?"

Did he say something wrong?

Lily glanced sideways at Turtt. "When a child doesn't listen, his parent has to teach him a lesson. You're being disrespectful."

Turtt considered if that could be true.

Alright, fine. Lily was co-owner but more importantly, probably correct. Out of respect and because she was the only one who had met Lady Phoenix face-to-face, he wouldn't argue with her. Thinking about Lady Phoenix made his curiosity stir again.

"Be honest with me, Lily. Is Lady Phoenix a man or a woman? What does she look like?"

He had already met Lizard and Dragon, the other members of The X Spirits, but Lady Phoenix had been keeping the men in suspense.

In Lily's mind, she thought back on Lady Phoenix's stunning beauty, and couldn't help but salivate.

If she were into women, she wouldn't be able to help wanting to pounce on her, let alone if she were a man with as little control as they often displayed.

Her beauty is simply...

"It's...difficult to describe..." she hesitated to find the words.

Before she could finish her sentence, Turtt interrupted.

"Oh my god, seriously? Lady Phoenix must be a guy and an ugly one at that!"

Seeing Lily the spirit's astonished expression as she was salivating, Turtt shrunk back in fear. Could it be that Lady Phoenix didn't dare to meet them because she's actually a heinous man? Turtt quickly messaged Dragon,

["Dragon, I advise you not to fantasize about Lady Phoenix. He's a man, and an ugly one at that, even Lily was shocked into silence when trying to describe him."]

["...Really?"]

["For real."]

["...Oh no."]

In The X Spirits, both Turtt and Lizard guessed that Lady Phoenix was definitely a man, but Dragon didn't believe it and firmly believed that Lady Phoenix was a sexy girl who was just too arrogant to come around them all. That's just wasn't Dragon's type, though. He's into soft girls.

With this news, his fantasy was shattered.

He had no response.

Lily was puzzled. Did she say something off to Little Turtle?

Seeing that Turtt misinterpreted her words without any deception on her part, she didn't bother explaining. After all, Lady Phoenix asked her not to give anyone her description, so she had to listen.

...

The next day, Sylvester returned from his morning exercise and took a seat in the dining room after freshening up. There he found the table filled with various delicious breakfast dishes, although the portions were not large. Lela had been eating just enough to replenish herself without overeating so larger portions began to seem unnecessary.

Sylvester leisurely sipped a cup of black coffee and listened to Michael 's report. "Sir, The X Spirits people replied to us and said..." Michael hesitated to continue speaking.

"Lost for words?" Sylvester set down the coffee cup and spoke coldly.

Michael had no choice but to steel himself and said, "They said Lady Phoenix declined our offer."

"Declined?" Sylvester stroked his coffee cup with his slender fingers, his gaze deep, and suddenly chuckled, though the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Michael was afraid of this side of his friend, his laughter scarier than even the thought of torture. At that moment, however, Lela came downstairs and her eyes lit up when she saw the delicious breakfast. Immediately, her gaze shifted to Sylvester.

After some thought, she decided to go to Sylvester's side before approaching her seat at the table.

Sylvester had been angry with Michael's announcement when he was suddenly pounced on. Lela made the anger in his heart instantly disappear.

Seeing Lela approaching, Michael suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness she had arrived, otherwise, he didn't know which godforsaken place he would have had to go to for a mission.

Although, he didn't have an official corporate identity like the other brothers, at least he was the most relaxed by the boss's side. He didn't want to go to those remote places to carry out missions.

Lela threw herself into Sylvester's arms and looked up at him, clueless.

She could feel that he was angry, but because of her arrival, he restrained his temper. Thinking about this, Lela smiled inwardly and felt a warmth in her heart.

Michael took the opportunity to inquire, "Sir, Lady Phoenix isn't taking orders, shall we continue searching for a different company?"

Sylvester gently rubbed Lela's hand, his voice soft and slow, with a hint of determination, "Continue. Increase the price tenfold."

It was impossible that Lady Phoenix wouldn't accept it, even if the initial price was outrageously high.

Michael nodded, "Yes, I'll go now."

Lela was stunned for a moment, looking at Sylvester in disbelief.

How rich must this man be?

To make Lily, someone so wealthy, tempted it must have been exorbitant, now the price was to be increased tenfold?

Was he crazy?

Before coming down in the morning, she went to Charlie's room and reexamined his pulse. The situation had already stabilized. Just to be safe, she cut her finger and fed him more blood. He should wake up in a few days. Moreover, her junior, Doctor Watson, had also conducted an assessment, and all of Charlie's vitals were normal.

So what could Sylvester be worried about?

Looking at Lela's clueless big eyes, Sylvester rubbed her face and said, "Let's eat."

Lela sighed inwardly and thought, oh well, I'll take it step by step. She nodded, indicating that she was hungry and wanted to eat.

Lela tried to get out of Sylvester's arms, but he pressed her down and said, "Sit on my lap and eat."

It was a bit uncomfortable to sit on his lap, especially while trying to have a meal. Lela ignored him and struggled in his arms, wanting to get down.

"Lela," he called out sharply.

She paused for a moment and looked at him questioningly.

Sylvester's face instantly darkened, gripping Lela's arm tightly.

Then he cursed under his breath, let go of Lela, and walked upstairs in big strides, his figure carrying a hint of embarrassment.