Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter109 An Invitation

Big White, do you recognize me too?

You must recognize me, right?

The crowd on the stands jumped when the white lion abruptly turned its gaze their way.

"What is it staring at?"

"Those eyes..."

Josh Fudge, unbothered, brandished his shotgun in the lion's direction.

His reckless gesture painted a fierce, blood-thirsty glint in Lela, seated just behind to his left.

"They say this white lion devours humans and detests mankind. Maybe it's got its eye on someone here. Good thing during the hunt later, we'll have a chance for a counter-kill. Everyone better be sharp; if we get the chance to take it down, don't hesitate," Josh Fudge said, his eyes alight with competitive fervor.

He loved challenging the impossible.

Hearing this, some in the crowd doubted, while others second-guessed their participation.

Lela glanced at Big White, a terrifying cold smirk curling on her lips.

Good!

Very good!

like a plaything for these

Josh Fudge,

You deserve to die!

fleeting seconds, Lela's mind raced through strategies to save Big White from the clutches of

the embrace of Sylvester Gomez, her legs astride around his side, arms wrapped around his neck, her head buried in the crook of his shoulder, her voice thick with a

the sudden closeness, felt a surge of gratification upon hearing her whimsical

Master Sylvester?

she had called him that way-an

Lela's slender waist, a relaxed smile spreading across his face, his chin resting atop her head, his voice lazy and casual, "Sweetheart, do you realize what you're inviting with those words?" She was

she afraid of

He... had desires!

An invitation?

Indeed, it was.

in his retort, Lela sweetly called

played her card, batting her eyelashes. She knew he was a sucker for her

despised having

to contain himself. He straightened up, his whole body tense, tilted her chin up, and looked into her sparkling, slightly reddened eyes with an intoxicating, otherworldly gleam in his own amber gaze, "What is

the white