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!

her Big White, like a plaything

Josh Fudge,

You deserve to die!

strategies to save Big White from the clutches

around his neck, her head buried in the crook of his shoulder, her voice thick with a coquettish lilt.

Gomez, puzzled by the sudden closeness, felt a

Master Sylvester?

was the first time she had called him that way-an endearing sound to

atop her head, his voice lazy and casual, "Sweetheart, do you realize what you're inviting with those words?" She was still green, daring to speak to

afraid of

He... had desires!

An invitation?

Indeed, it was.

retort, Lela sweetly called out

batting her

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 it exactly you're asking for?" The suspense was killing

towards the white lion,