Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter120 It's Not About Liking; It's About Conquering

Fudge glanced at the white lion thoughtfully. "Mr. Gomez, you're fond of this beast?"

He knew well the white lion's animosity toward humans and its ferocious combat power.

Master Sylvester Gomez released Lela and approached Big White. Under the beast's hostile gaze, he nonchalantly took a metal chain, holding it with a faint smirk, "Fondness isn't the word; I relish the thrill of conquest." With that, he gave a firm tug on the chain, as if to release his vexation.

Big White, the shaggy-headed beast, strained forward when he was tugged, baring his teeth and roaring loudly at Master Sylvester Gomez.

Master Gomez seemed utterly indifferent to Big White's display of anger, glancing sidelong at Josh Fudge, "What's the matter, Mr. Fudge? Not willing to part with your pet?"

Josh Fudge glanced at the white lion and, after a moment of thought, broke into a smile. "Not at all, it's just an animal. If Mr. Gomez wants it, he can have it."

very generous of you,

and Mildred Gomez, who had come up beside him, quickly caught it, eyeing Big White warily as he snarled and snarled. "Hey there, big fella, don't bite me, okay? I'm just the help

forward, pulling her along with a proud gait and snorting disdainfully through his nostrils. Mildred stood silent, wondering if it

were practically petrified at the sight. Mouths

say

beast must've been tamed by a

not bite? Is there a hierarchy of disdain among the beasts, where they won't challenge

long as it doesn't bite me," said one of the tycoons, who then hid behind his car and pushed his companion in front

he stepped in front of Master Gomez, who was about to walk towards his waiting car

pleasant. Plus, we've just come from a hunting game, and the smell of blood is

squeezed Master Gomez's hand, looking up earnestly into his eyes with

care less about treating Big White's hind leg injury,