Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 187 The Precarious Balance of Flora's Life

Beneath the towering edifice of Stellar Entertainment, a hushed crowd bore witness to the spectacle of Cosmo Coleman's departure. Escorted by burly bodyguards, Cosmo's hair was a wild tangle, his appearance as disheveled as his state of mind.

Mildred Gomez emerged from the front entrance, her voice cutting through the stunned silence. "See to the surveillance," she commanded her subordinates. With her orders issued, she fell into step behind Sylvester Gomez and Lela, their departure as abrupt as their confrontation.

Cosmo Coleman, confronted by the intimidating line of sleek cars parked at the entrance, was consumed by fear. His hands braced against the car door, he pleaded, his voice trembling, "Miss, sir, I'm certain I've done nothing to offend you." Lela, her patience worn thin, responded with a swift kick that sent Cosmo sprawling into the car.

Once inside, Lela seized Cosmo by the hair, forcing him to meet her gaze. "Where does Flora Harrison live?" she demanded. The realization dawned on Cosmo; these people knew Flora Harrison.

His eyes widened in suspicion, "Who are you exactly? What business do you have with Flora Harrison?"

on Cosmo's hair, "Tell me where she lives, now!" With no other option, Cosmo stammered out

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Lela stepped out of the car, her gaze sweeping over the hotel sign. It wasn't the epitome of luxury, but it was a respectable establishment. Guided by the address Cosmo had provided, she ventured inside. Upon inquiry at the front desk, they discovered that Flora Harrison was staying in room 1802, located

dread crept into her heart. The lack of response to both phone calls and knocks at the door sparked a fear that Flora might have taken a drastic step. Sylvester Gomez, sensing her fear, reassured her, "Don't worry, I've got this." He gently pulled Lela behind him, drawing a gun with his free hand.

sofa. The half-drawn curtains allowed the shifting light to play across the room. However, the room was empty. Lela's gaze fell upon the shoe rack near

the bathroom, a heavy scent of blood hung in the air, turning her blood cold. Her face drained of color, Lela held up a hand to stop Sylvester Gomez. "Don't, Sylvester, don't go in there."

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filled to the brim. Clad in a pure white dress, her hair fanned out around her, she was a tragic figure. Her eyes were tightly shut, her chest still. Her left wrist, marred by a deep cut,

head spin. "Sister," she cried out, her voice choked with pain. She rushed to Flora's side, pressing