Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 24 To the Holding Center

Michael looked shocked at the scene, his lips twitching, muttering to himself, "What's wrong with the boss?"

Snap out of it, Lela thought, realizing that she might have accidentally triggered someone's sensitivity. She pursed her lips into a smile, though her hand holding the chopsticks couldn't help but tremble. Observing Lela's actions with the chopsticks, Michael watched her soft and fair hand shaking.

Miss Lela doesn't hold the chopsticks properly. And why is she still trembling?

Didn't the boss teach her?

Well, it has only been one day. Besides, it's not easy for people from Pliar to learn the skill of using chopsticks. Some foreigners can't even master it after a couple of months.

He felt a pang in his heart, quickly walked over, and took a pair of silver chopsticks from the nearby tableware.

"Miss Lela, this is how you hold the chopsticks." Michael spoke gently, demonstrating the most standard technique with her hand while explaining,

"See, the five fingers of the right hand hold the chopsticks, the tip of the thumb, index finger, and middle finger grip one chopstick, and the base of the thumb and ring finger grip the other chopstick. The pinky naturally bends. Come, Miss Lela, let me show you."

Lela observed Michael silently. He is really silly. Does he really think I can't use chopsticks?

Then she imitated the most standard way of using chopsticks and picked up a piece of dim sum.

Michael cheered on the side, "Yay, I taught Miss Lela how to use chopsticks."

Lela smiled to herself. What an idiot.

...

Upstairs, Sylvester took a cold shower for nearly an hour.

He dried himself off, put on a bathrobe, and stood in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at his reflection. Suddenly, he laughed.

He was twenty-five years old, why was he still acting like an impulsive young boy?

Is he really lacking without a woman in his life?

Suppressing this thought, Sylvester stepped out of the bathroom and changed into a fresh outfit.

Downstairs, Lela had finished eating. Except for a plate of leftovers and snacks, the rest of the large table had been cleared.

Sylvester walked over, ruffled Lela's little head, and his gaze fell on the plate of snacks on the dining table. He smiled, "You saved some for me."

Raising her eyes, she nodded, reached for his hand, and patted the chair beside him, pulling him to sit down. Sylvester smiled and complied, sitting as she suggested. His little thing had even thought about his needs. Michael, sitting in the corner, received a message. After glancing at it, he approached the table.

"Sir, the prison warden sent a message, saying that Raymond is on his last legs."

Sylvester looked indifferent. "Is that so?" If he dies, he dies. Didn't he send his uncle to the Ironfist Holding Center specifically so he could die inside?

"He also said that Raymond wants to see you one last time. He wants to talk to you in person."

As he finished relaying the message, Elvis and Ashlee entered the dining room. Elvis caught sight of Lela beside Sylvester and Michael and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

[She's such a beautiful little girl,] he thought, before snapping back to reality.

"Sylvester, I believe Raymond has been punished enough. Can't you spare him? After all, we're still family no matter what."

Sylvester sneered. "Family? Family that pushed me to the brink of death?"

A touch of awkwardness crossed Elvis's face before he looked at Ashlee.

"Ashlee, don't you have anything to say about your brother?" Ashlee's expression turned cold.

"He wanted to kill Sylvester for the Gomez' inheritance. He's not worthy of being called my brother."

Elvis was again taken aback and sighed. "Ashlee, despite Raymond's heinous crimes, he really treated you well. And he's the one you like the most. But now..." Hearing this, Ashlee's face darkened. She turned her head and took a deep breath.

"It's because he was the best brother to me that his actions hurt me so deeply."

Upon hearing this, Sylvester raised an eyebrow and glanced at Ashlee. His aunt's perspective was quite interesting. Perhaps it was worth a quick trip after all.

...

Ironfist Holding Center, a maximum-security prison.

Raymond lay on the ground, completely helpless after enduring days of torture. The people at Ironfist Holding Center knew that he was sent in by Master Sylvester, so naturally, their methods were more brutal. But when they saw him on the brink of collapse, they stopped and waited for Master Sylvester's orders.

Sylvester, Elvis, and Ashlee Gomez waited outside of the prison room, where they were personally greeted by the prison warden, Trenton Salazar.

Elvis and Ashlee Gomez respectfully greeted him, "Mr. Salazar."

Trenton Salazar nodded in response, equally polite.

"Master Sylvester, Elvis, Ashlee, please follow me."

Trenton, the commander of the Ironfist Holding Center, knew that the employee inside this prison, himself included, only listened to Master Sylvester from Central City. Without Sylvester, he wouldn't have reached the position of Commander of the Ironfist Holding Center so quickly.

Inside his cell, Raymond lay on the hard cement floor, knowing that his time was running out.

His life was over.

But looking back, he realized how terribly wrong he had been.

Hearing a noise outside of the door, Raymond opened his eyes and saw Sylvester's face, which could turn people's lives upside down and drive them to murder.

Regret surged through his mind, though. He never expected that Sylvester, that little devil, would be so ruthless and insist on torturing him to death. He truly regretted each moment trying to execute his plan. Obviously, he should have been more ruthless Perhaps he should have strangled Sylvester when he was a child, instead.

Raymond suddenly laughed and managed a few words with difficulty, "...you...bastard."

Sylvester's face darkened in rage.