Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 3 Truly a Mutant

On the other side of the room, inside the golden cage, the girl raised her eyes and met Sylvester's where he stood outside. Sylvester realized that this girl, despite her youthful appearance, exuded a bewitching charm that could drive someone to commit crimes.

He felt a slight tremor in his chest, and his usually calm amber eyes flashed a hint of darkness.

He slowly squatted down, trying to put their gazes on the same level. His words, however, were not directed at her. "How can you prove that she is a Mutant?"

Silver finally understood the meaning behind Michael 's earlier mention of verification. "The Balthazar Auction House never sells counterfeit goods," he didn't buy into all the fuss. If Silver wants something, it has to be genuine.

None of his procurers would dare break his rules. He took a deep breath and turned to look at Sylvester's back. "Her self-healing ability is very strong. Minor injuries can heal in an instant and her blood can neutralize various toxins. Mr. Gomez, if you don't believe, I can arrange for someone to test it for your verification."

Instant recovery, huh? Interesting!

A trace of intense fascination flashed in Sylvester's eyes as he curled his lips. "No need to find someone, I will personally verify it."

His cold, pale hand beckoned the girl, and as one might call an indulgent little pet, he faintly said, "Come here, little thing."

As the words fell, the girl approached and placed her hand in Sylvester's large palm. Her eyes were innocent, unaware of any impending danger.

The softness of her palm made it impossible to grip with force, as if applying any pressure would crush the bones in her hand. It made him somewhat reluctant to cause her harm.

But he was [the] Sylvester and he must ensure the auction house's claims were not false., Was he even capable of tenderness, anyway?

Sylvester raised an eyebrow, and suddenly a knife appeared in his hand. Amidst the astonished gazes of everyone, the sharply glinting blade gleamed and ruthlessly slashed across the girl's arm.

A line of scarlet slid down toward her cold and slender wrist, mysteriously beautiful as gravity inched it ever further along.

he was about to step forward, he locked eyes with her clear gaze. He instantly understood that she

as if his feet were filled with lead, standing

focus was on the girl's wound, unaware of

the wound healed rapidly,

recovery, as Silver

trembled.

After all, how could

on one knee, drawing the girl's icy hand close. He lowered his head, his thin lips covering her wrist as he licked away the fresh blood, relishing

noticed the clarity deep in the girl's

corner of his mouth with a casual

Truly a Mutant.

Exquisite!

glow seeming to radiate through his body, his fragmented pain

to the side, not too close, but still able to clearly see the fantastical scene. His mouth dropped open in

the Mutant's rapid wound

anyone. He had severe germaphobia and was disgusted by touching things he hadn't cleaned himself, let alone the

desire to own her in every way. The newly

is quite the treasure you got your hands

was very satisfied with his

extended his hand toward the girl, his voice dangerously seductive,

his rush. He threw out his arm, unconsciously making a restraining gesture, and he reluctantly announced, "Mr. Gomez, this Mutant usually doesn't care to have

Sylvester's large hand. His gaze shifted to that tender touch then

smiling, radiating