Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 160 If Anyone Dares to Take Her Eyes, I'll Kill Them

Mildred Gomez might not have been the sharpest tool in the shed, but having grown up in Sylvester's shadow, she had a crystal-clear understanding of his temper. The talk of betting a pair of eyes made her acutely aware of the rage building inside Sylvester.

She glanced up at the stage, trying to make sense of it all. The so-called 'king of bets' didn't seem out of the ordinary-buzzcut, a familiar build that caught her eye. The only odd thing was his youth.

Sylvester turned to Mildred with a voice that carried a chilling edge, "Get Ethan for me."

Confused but obliging, Mildred nodded, "Right away, sir."

Soon, Ethan arrived, bowing his head, both respectful and perplexed, "You called for me, sir?"

Meanwhile, Charles was focused on the stage, ignoring the exchange nearby.

into his sphere of influence, the royalty would honor him, and he wouldn't have to continue his charade of brotherly love with

Charles was oblivious to his

fixated on Lela on the stage, his face taut and voice low so that only Ethan could hear, "I don't care what the outcome is; the bet has to end without a scratch on her. If anything goes wrong, don't bother showing up for work again." It was

boss would say such a thing. Although Sylvester cared about the casino, what did it have to do with this 'king of bets'?

earth was

for now and focus

left, he set out to

remained seated, eyes downcast, idly fiddling with a small white firearm in his hand a piece crafted from ivory,

of the competition, both underworld and law enforcers mandated

treatment, the casino's boss was the first

breaking

pondering its purpose when he caught sight of his boss's ivory-handled gun. He discreetly slid the ammo into Sylvester's waiting palm. His movements were cautious