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.

...

took a cold

on a bathrobe, and stood in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at his reflection.

was twenty-five years old, why was he still acting like an impulsive

he really lacking without a woman in his

the

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

fell on the plate of snacks on the dining table. He smiled, "You

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.

saying

looked indifferent. "Is that so?" If he dies, he dies. Didn't he send his uncle

that Raymond wants to see you one last time. He wants to talk to you in

finished relaying the message, Elvis and Ashlee entered the dining room. Elvis caught sight of Lela

he thought, before snapping back to

has been punished enough. Can't you spare him?

pushed me to the brink of

Elvis's face before he

anything to say about your

wanted to kill Sylvester for the Gomez' inheritance. He's not

"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

because he was the best brother to me that his actions hurt me

and glanced at Ashlee. His aunt's perspective was quite interesting. Perhaps

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