Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter115 Negotiation

"I do, a little," Lela admitted to Master Sylvester.

Master Sylvester Gomez didn't say much, a shadow of concern fleeting across his eyes, followed swiftly by a command. "These things are dangerous. I don't want you messing with them anymore, you hear?" With that, Master Sylvester tossed the gun to Mildred, who was trailing behind, and drove his car around Josh Fudge's stalled vehicle, heading deeper into the forest.

Lela was bewildered that Master Sylvester didn't probe any further but decided it was best to keep her mouth shut.

...

Inside his car, Josh Fudge tossed his gun aside, irritation written all over his face.

"What's going on here?"

His subordinate stuttered out a reply, "Mr. Fudge, it looks like we blew a tire."

Fudge glanced at his man in the rearview mirror, his look as venomous as a snake's. "What are you waiting for then? Get on the phone and call the crew!"

The subordinate, not wanting to be literally thrown to the beasts, quickly fumbled for his phone, hands shaking.

...

in the forest, Big White lay in the underbrush,

didn't fire bullet cartridges but shells. Even though it was

had once been the primary weapon

the weapon wasn't deadly, but it was

the worst, but some

seeped out, staining the

he suddenly sensed a familiar presence drawing near. Before he could even rise, a soft figure barreled into his

White... Big White, I know it's

holding him tight, her eyes welling up

felt as if he'd been dealt the most severe blow of his life. Pointing at Lela, his eyes wide with

Sylvester Gomez harbored a deep discontent, feeling a bloodthirsty urge swelling within

Lela's joyful expression, his fingers gradually

Damn.

Annoying as hell.

the chatter. Keep watch for any predators. If anything approaches,

pale, took up her weapon

soft bundle in its

tongue tenderly licked Lela's hand. A whimpering sound came

closely, it was a mix of excitement and