Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 82 Are You Here As A Mediator?

The man with green hair looked displeased, pointing at the computer, "See for yourself."

The guy with the crew cut tilted his head, looking at the two big green "bitches" on the computer, and couldn't help but laugh, "This English really matches your hair."

"Shut up!" the man with green hair couldn't help but say, "Who the fuck is this Lady Phoenix? Can't we really expose her?"

The guy with the crew cut was eating a bowl of instant noodles with relish, "She's been dubbed the hacker godfather, you know."

The man with green hair was very unhappy.

He just didn't believe it.

Lela had no choice but to add another firewall to the system and finally logged into the information contact station with The X Spirits.

She had a group with The X Spirits, and Lela typed to the group, "I went to Heaven Bar, didn't see anyone."

In the end, she was bumped into by Sylvester.

"Not talking about that right now, are you sure it's her?"

Lily the spirit was just coming out from within The X Spirits when she saw the message and immediately replied, "Based on the specific information you gave me and those two related names, there are about thirteen groups across different regions in Pliar country. I have filtered out the information of this person that matches about 92% similarity with what you described and sent it to you. It should be her without a doubt."

"By the way, Lady Phoenix, what are you doing in Pliar country?"

Lela raised an eyebrow, "Personal matters."

She couldn't say she was repaying a debt, that would be too tacky.

Seeing the term "personal matters," Lily the spirit didn't ask any further.

Even though Lady Phoenix was younger than her, she still respected Lady Phoenix.

"Okay, remember to call me after you finish, and I'll take you to the hot springs in Scandinavia. I heard there are many handsome guys with high attractiveness there. I'll introduce one to you then." "No need, keep them all to yourself. I'm hanging up now."

Lela logged out of the internet.

She thought to herself that she needed to find time to confirm it on her own.

...

At the door, someone knocked. Lela thought it was Sylvester and was about to refuse, but then she heard a voice outside, "Sister-in-law, it's me."

Only then did Lela close her computer, walk over, and open the door.

Seeing that Lela was willing to open the door, Charlie was quite happy and quickly said, "Sister-in-law."

She looked at Charlie, raising an eyebrow, "Are you here to mediate?"

Charlie shook his head, his eyes pleading, "Sister-in-law, can I come in?"

Looking at Charlie's serious expression, Lela thought for a moment and decided to let him in.

Sitting on the window sill, Lela looked at him and said, "Just say whatever you want to say."

Charlie pursed his lips, not knowing what to say.

It seemed like he was reminiscing about the past.

After a long while, he finally said, "I... was raised by my older brother. I know exactly what kind of person he is. Our parents passed away when we were young, and the rest of the family was busy. Grandpa devoted himself to the country and was stationed in the army all year round. It was just the two of us kids at home, in a huge mansion where we had no protection. Even the servants could abuse us as they pleased."

As Lela listened to these words, she looked at Charlie beside her.

So, Sylvester also lost his parents at a young age.

"But I never felt wronged, and even lived happily. Furthermore, I felt that without parents, I was actually free. Later, I found out that the reason I was so carefree was because my brother was protecting me. People say that my brother is not someone to mess with, but it's because he had to take on the role of protecting his younger sibling."

"He often had injuries all over his body, from fighting with others. I would create trouble and want to go out to play, but he would hold my hand. When facing assassination attempts, he would shield me, even though he was still just a child." Lela listened in astonishment. She had never anticipated that Sylvester's childhood had been marred by such hardships. The heir to the Gomez family, was he genuinely subjected to such misery?

"When my brother was ten years old, he was kidnapped by human traffickers, and my happiness ended there. The ridicule and indifference from the servants, not to mention their physical abuse. Despite the superficial appearance of luxury, I was aware that I lived a life worse than death without his protection."

"It was only then that I realized how difficult it was for my brother. My happiness was all traded with his suffering, yet he still had to pretend that everything was fine in front of me."