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!

White, like

Josh Fudge,

You deserve to die!

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

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

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

Master Sylvester?

first time she had called him that way-an

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

of

He... had desires!

An invitation?

Indeed, it was.

implications in his retort, Lela sweetly called out again, "Master

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

she despised having to

looked into her sparkling, slightly reddened eyes with an

turned towards the white