Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 44 Eleanor Joins the Battle

"Typically, an average person can hold their breath underwater for around 30 to 90 seconds. Those who have received professional training can usually reach around 7 to 8 minutes. The current record for holding breath underwater is around

22 minutes. Little sister Lela, do you want to try for 22 minutes?"

Eleanor's smile in the mirror resembled that of a mischievous little demon.

Lela thought it was a good idea. She lifted Finley's head and kindly let her take a breath before forcefully pressing it down again.

Lela said to Eleanor in the mirror, "Start the timer."

"Alright."

Eleanor actually looked at her watch as she started timing.

As each second ticked away, Finley's inner threshold crumbled bit by bit, engulfed in fear.

Twenty-two minutes, by then she would surely be dead.

This audacious girl must have received her courage from Master Sylvester. Finley truly believed that if she didn't apologize, she would be killed.

Master Sylvester was so powerful and liked her so much. He would definitely help her.

By then, if she died, it would serve them right.

She wouldn't allow it.

Finley struggled, resisting with all her might.

One minute passed, but Lela didn't pull her up.

"Gurgle, gurgle..."

Bubbles emerged from the water.

Lela believed in giving as good as she got, but she was also not confrontational by nature.

Never one to cause trouble, but once provoked, she would pursue her opponent to the ends of the earth to annihilate them.

Lela knew Finley had loosened up, but she had no intention of letting her off that easily. She waited straight-faced for three minutes before reluctantly pulling her up. "This time, have you made up your mind?" Lela asked.

Finley's body was weak, with her upper torso resting on the edge of the sink as she gasped for breath.

Luckily, she had practiced holding her breath before. Holding it for three to four minutes was enough. If she went any longer, she would have risked losing her life here today. "I'm sorry," Finley said without much emotion.

Before Lela could respond, Eleanor beat her to it. "What a mosquito you are. Even a mosquito's fart makes a louder sound than you."

Lela almost burst out laughing. People who came from the General's Mansion were just different.

"I'm sorry, Lela Gomez," said Finley, filled with bitterness. Master Sylvester had even given this little bitch the surname "Gomez."

"That's close enough," Eleanor nodded.

Lela remained silent. This girl was quite interesting.

Lela approached Finley and patted her pale, cold face. "You said a woman who deserves Sylvester must be stunningly beautiful. Do you think you are stunning? Hmm?" Finley pursed her purple lips and remained silent.

Lela leaned in, causing Finley to retreat in fear. Lela got closer, grabbed her, and pressed her against her ear. Her voice was soft and slow, tinged with a hint of dominance. "Sylvester will be only mine. Remember that." With that, Lela let go of Finley and tidied herself up. Going out like this, Sylvester would worry.

Finley trembled, a mix of cold and anger.

Eleanor walked up to Lela's side and leaned in close to her ear. "Lela, weren't you supposed to be mute?"

She had heard it from Charley.

Lela whispered back, "I had no choice but to keep it a secret."

"Understood."

Although she didn't know why, Eleanor felt strangely drawn to this fairy-like sister.

Finley and Nelda, seeing this, panicked, thinking that the two of them were plotting something to deal with them.

...

On the other side of the flowing stream and little bridge,

Sylvester glanced at the time. "Why hasn't Lela come back from the restroom?"

Burl replied, "Don't worry, maybe little Lela isn't feeling well."

However, Sylvester suddenly stood up. The little one was just a mutant, her mind not yet mature. What if something has happened to her!

The more he thought about it, the more alarmed he became. He refused to entertain anymore of these morbid thoughts any further and hurriedly headed towards the restroom.

Burl and Trenton, noticing the situation, exchanged a quick glance and quickly followed suit.

Seeing his master and the others leaving, Goy tugged on Mildred beside him and asked, "Mildred, what's happening over there with the master? He seems to be in quite a hurry, it looks urgent." Mildred frowned and replied.

"Could it be... Miss Lela is in trouble?" Charley's face turned grim after hearing this news.

"She's been in the restroom for quite a while," he added.

Without hesitation, the group quickly followed suit.

When the six of them arrived at the restroom door, Burl reached out and tried to open it. Perplexed, he said, "Huh? Why is the restroom door still locked?"

He knocked on the door, but there was no response.

Hearing the knocking, Finley and Nelda couldn't help but smile. Once someone entered, they would start crying, shifting the blame onto them.