Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Realizing she was actually pleading with him, Lela softened her stance.

"Master Sylvester, you won't be in danger, I promise."

Lela had no idea that Master Sylvester Gomez simply couldn't stand the thought of one day having to compete with a ferocious beast for affection. "I won't go," she continued to refuse.

A joke, was it? How could he let such "dangerous" things happen?

Was he a fool?

Biting her lip, Lela finally put it plainly, "If you agree to my request, I'll make you a promise."

Silence.

A promise, huh!

A promise from this little one?

Seeing that Master Sylvester Gomez didn't reject her outright, Lela sensed her chance, "So, what do you say, Master Sylvester?"

Master Sylvester Gomez raised an eyebrow, a shadow of darkness flickering in his eyes, "Are you sure? You'll agree to anything? No backing out?" Lela knew by his words that he had agreed.

She smiled, nodding emphatically, "Yes, anything you ask, and no backing out."

"What if you do back out?" Master Sylvester Gomez smirked slightly, seemingly pondering something.

Lela thought for a moment and said, "I won't. Pinky promise."

With that, Lela's little finger intertwined with Master Sylvester Gomez's, her thumb pressing down to seal the deal.

Master Sylvester Gomez watched the intensity of her lashes for a brief second as she looked down, chuckling softly.

Little one, remember you said it yourself. When it's time for you to deliver, no regrets, and no accusing me of bullying you.

Besides, even though he didn't yet understand why his little one knew a wild beast, if she wanted it, he'd get it back for her. Besides, it was just a male beast. If it came to it, could he not simply lock it away?

Master Sylvester Gomez picked up Lela, set her down, pinched her cherubic face, and rose from his chair. His tall, lean figure instantly commanded the room, his handsome features and innate sharpness turning heads. Master Sylvester was a man who made the women of Central City swoon.

As the other men in the stands moved toward the firearms, they stepped aside when they saw Master Sylvester Gomez approaching.

Josh Fudge watched Gomez approach, surprise flickering in his eyes, "I thought Mr. Gomez said he was accompanying the miss, what brings him over here?"

Although it was rhetorical, Josh Fudge knew that there was no way Master Sylvester Gomez, a man perched at the pinnacle of power, would willingly abandon the thrill of the hunt just for a young girl.

He glanced over at Lela nonchalantly, thinking that the little lady didn't seem to be Master Sylvester's favorite after all!

But, he made a mental note of Master Sylvester's preferences.

Master Sylvester had a taste for this kind, so he might as well cater to his interests.

Master Sylvester Gomez glanced at Josh Fudge and curved his lips into a sly smile, "Indulging in women and playing games aren't mutually exclusive, right? Mr. Fudge himself said that having companionship is permissible, didn't he?" Josh Fudge nodded with a grin, "Absolutely, I didn't expect Mr. Gomez to be such a bold and gallant figure, with such a daring beauty by his side."

Master Sylvester Gomez didn't respond to Josh Fudge's flattery; he had heard enough of such sycophantic rambles.

Annoying!

Yet, he recognized that Josh Fudge was deep and cunning. Asking him directly for the prize catch might arouse his suspicion, potentially drawing unwanted attention to his precious little one.

It would be more prudent to win the competition naturally and then show a rightful interest in the catch, a far more legitimate approach.

Sometimes, even a slight misstep could be perilous, and he wouldn't overlook any detail that might endanger his charge, not even the slightest.

Lela had also considered this; otherwise, she would have simply suggested Master Sylvester Gomez claim Big White rather than engage in this hunting game. Josh Fudge was a sly one.

She didn't want Master Sylvester Gomez to fall prey to his ploys.

Master Sylvester Gomez selected an M1216 shotgun, one of the most powerful in the world, boasting a high capacity of 16 rounds-perfect for protecting his loved one. With everyone picking their firearms and loading up on tungsten alloy ammunition, the group changed into tactical gear and headed for the tour vehicle.

Lela was to accompany Master Sylvester Gomez, so she too donned a sleek black tactical outfit that highlighted her striking figure.

A shadow crossed Master Sylvester Gomez's gaze.

She was truly captivating, drawing his attention in such an outfit.

Inside the tour vehicle, Master Sylvester Gomez took the driver's seat, with Lela beside him as the co-pilot, and Mildred Gomez settled in the back. The car steadily drove into the savannah.

Lela was gripping a silver pistol in her hand, which she had slickly taken from the pocket of a bodyguard while changing clothes.