Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 173 Tenderness Reserved for Sylvester

As the head rolled away, Lela watched John's lifeless body. Her eyes reddened, yet a laugh escaped her lips.

It wasn't enough! Not nearly enough!

A person like him deserved to be tormented to death.

Sylvester saw the intense hatred lingering in Lela's eyes, his left hand trembling slightly as he quickly embraced her. "Lela, do you feel better now?" She shook her head. "Not yet."

Not minding the blood that covered her, Sylvester picked Lela up. "Okay, let me handle what's next, alright?"

Lela tilted her head, her cold gaze shifting from John's figure to Sylvester, smiling innocently but with chilling undertones. "Okay."

She then pointed to two figures in the bathtub. "And those two."

Sylvester looked deeply into her eyes, ready to fulfill any request. With his lips barely parted, he whispered, "Alright."

A cold smile played on Lela's lips as she wrapped her arms around Sylvester's neck. "Sylvester, I want the powers behind them crumbled too."

His eyes blazed with fury, but his voice was softly compelling. "Alright, I'll make it happen. Shall we go

glanced sideways

glances, then bowed

Ethan immediately ordered a lockdown of the top floor of the hotel, barring outsiders

forces and headed to John's

John's gang

exposed to one another, their bloodstained clothes tossed

waist, his right hand gently washing away the blood from her hair, her face, and

balls of her feet atop his, her slender arms lightly holding him and her eyes downcast. She was lost in

was no trace of desire in Sylvester's eyes as he meticulously

eyes reflected nothing

Lela remained silent in

would have concocted playful ways to

him to feel this helpless, unsure of how best to comfort the little one he cherished most in

Lela loved his kisses