Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 45 Taking the Bitch Route, Leaving No Way for the Bitch

Anyway, they didn't physically harm anyone, just exchanged a few words. Besides, there was no evidence that they were the ones who cursed. Others would only think that Lela had gone crazy and attacked them. Eleanor looked at them, with their cunning looks, and felt disgusted.

Socialites and ladies were once complimentary terms, but these few rotten apples had ruined it.

Since it had come to this, she would take the initiative.

Eleanor grinned mischievously, with a wicked expression on her face.

Finley and Nelda saw Eleanor smirk and their smiles froze.

Eleanor approached Lela, who was still fixing her hair. However, the next moment, Eleanor messed it up completely.

Even when Eleanor later recalled this incident, she couldn't help but lament her bad luck. She had "offended" such a big shot and hadn't died yet. If she had known who Lela was, she definitely wouldn't have done what she did today. Lela: ""

Her carefully styled hair.

Eleanor still felt it wasn't exciting enough, so she tore the flowing sleeve of Lela's designer gown. Lela: ""

An exquisite Starlit dress from their latest collection this early summer, featuring her gold blood design.

There was only one of its kind.

noticed Lela's unusual reaction yet and continued, "You wanted to compete

was determined to play along

Eleanor's actions became and the calmer Lela's reaction,

...

Outside the restroom,

His hands trembled slightly as

was about to kick the door when Trenton stopped him, saying, "Let

bang, the restroom door fell

before the people inside

especially Sylvester's intimidating presence,

bewildered expression and a disheveled appearance,

deep breath, quickly approached Lela, and pulled her into his arms, he spoke to her gently, with a soft and caring voice, "I'm here now,

in Sylvester's arms, then raised her head to reassure Sylvester. Her eyes, which seemed to speak,

into Lela's innocent eyes, as pure as a white piece of paper, Sylvester

His heart ached inexplicably.

hair, removing the strands that clung to her cheeks. His gaze then shifted downwards, noticing her torn chiffon sleeve hanging like a rag on her arm. Sylvester took a deep breath and tried to fix the sleeve, but in vain. He feared that this innocent little one would be haunted by this experience. He leaned forward and

now, no need

scene in astonishment. If she didn't know what had happened just now, she would have thought

almost on par with