Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 67 Lela Encounters Sylvester (3)

The group nodded upon hearing this. "Well, since Mr. Gomez has matters to attend to, we'll take our leave. Mr. Gomez, we'll arrange another golf game in a few weeks." Sylvester nodded in acknowledgment.

The others left, stepping away.

Mildred looked at the handsome Sylvester and said, "Sir, I'll handle this."

She would make whoever was brave enough to cause trouble in Master Sylvesters bar regret their decision this day!

Just as Mildred turned around, she looked in the direction of the commotion and saw a group of people making a ruckus.

Marc and his group of friends were all beaten down, writhing on the ground in pain.

A crowd had formed around them, enjoying the spectacle.

Lela's eyes gleamed with a cold light. She raised her hand to grab her hair and then picked up a cap from the ground. She pushed her way through the crowd and had no intention of staying here any longer, quickly fleeing from the bar. Leaving behind an elegant silhouette for everyone to see.

Mildred caught a glimpse of the girl's profile in astonishment, her eyes widening. She pointed towards the hotel entrance and said to Sylvester, "Sir, that... that... that girl, she..."

That profile, Sylvester would never forget.

Sylvester stared at the hotel entrance with a face ashen, unable to believe what he had just witnessed.

He clasped her hand tightly, then withdrew his gaze and gave Mildred a cold stare. "Straighten your tongue before you speak," he shot at her.

"Sir, what should we do next... chase after

we didn't catch this girl, I swear I will hunt her down

in Greafury City, Marc, but

say it, damn it." Marc had received

to their words. Then, in

side, looked at the commotion and felt sympathy towards those men who

Sir's territory was one thing but having the guts to catch Miss Lela's attention

floor, a hint of severity crossing his amber eyes.

Mildred nodded. "Yes."

She turned and left.

and dialed the number for the

suddenly he heard the phone ring. He picked up his mobile phone, intending to habitually hang up, but in a daze, he saw the name and

the butler wondered what could have happened to make Master Sylvester call so late, and in

to Master Sylvester's voice on the other end of the phone, the butler replied, "Alright, I will send someone over

butler didn't know exactly what had happened, he hurriedly went to

his clothes on hastily, he summoned a young maid to accompany him

search inside and outside the

felt puzzled and asked, "Butler Trevil, I understand, but why

a loss for words. "I followed Master Sylvester's instructions. It seems like Miss

"What? She ran away?"

heavens above could possibly know what could happen when she sneaks out in the middle of the night, and the maid's face filled with worry as she

out with an anxious expression, "Butler Trevil, something is

calm himself down, and asked seriously, "Are