Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 192 The Stewart Family's Domain? Not for Long

As dusk surrendered to the night, the Stewart family's courtyard was awash with light, dispelling the encroaching darkness.

The Stewart family was in the throes of a jubilant celebration, their ancestral home echoing with laughter and the clinking of glasses. They were toasting to their recent victory, having secured a coveted project from the Sylvesters. The atmosphere was electric, charged with the thrill of their triumph.

At the helm of the Stewart family was Jyri Stewart, Victor's father. His strategic acumen had propelled the family's fortunes, outmaneuvering several formidable competitors to clinch the Sylvester's tender.

The patriarch of the Stewart family, now advanced in years, had gradually ceded control to his eldest son, his chest swelling with pride at his progeny's accomplishments.

Despite the undercurrent of discontent among some family members, none could dispute Jyri's supremacy. Their envy was concealed behind strained smiles, their begrudging admiration for the elder brother undeniable.

At this family gathering, the Stewarts had extended an invitation to only one outsider - Reese Jenkins. The Jenkins, like the Stewarts, were a prominent family in Central City, and Reese, their prized daughter, was treated with the utmost respect. The Stewarts were keen on forging a powerful alliance with the Jenkins family.

As the evening progressed, Victor, too, raised his glass in toast, his hand entwined with Reese's, exchanging cordial words with the elders.

engagement?" inquired a relative from

a genial smile, "That's for Reese to decide, whether she wishes to become a part of the Stewart family." Reese, a

rippled through the room, painting

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mansion, a fleet of ominous black cars lined the driveway. From them, Sylvester's bodyguards - highly trained operatives from the Ironfist Holding Center - disembarked, advancing towards the

personnel, sensing the brewing storm, moved to intercept them, but they were woefully

you? Do you realize you're

Lela cradled an urn, her slender figure accentuated by a black dress. A white velvet flower adorned her ear, a stark contrast to her icy gaze. Her eyes, tinged red at the corners, radiated an unspoken warning - 'Cross me at your

a blend of innocence and allure, yet she

scoffed, "Not

Mildred Gomez turned to Sylvester Gomez, "Sir, aren't you

things spiraled

Lela's ruthless streak at the casino, where she had taken