Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 194 Kneel Down and Bow Your Head

Victor's memory was jogged by her presence; she was a familiar face from Mr. Gomez's circle. Her striking appearance was one that was impossible to forget at a mere glance. Lela approached Victor with a leisurely stride, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Victor was unnerved by her smile, unable to comprehend why someone from Mr. Gomez's inner circle would be seeking him out.

Observing this, Reese Jenkins's eyes filled with a fiery redness. Her suspicions had indeed been confirmed.

"Victor, how do you plan to explain this?" she demanded.

Victor's brow creased in annoyance, "Stop talking." He then turned to Lela, "You... you're looking for me..."

Before he could complete his sentence, Lela lifted her hand and swung her fist, delivering a powerful punch to Victor.

Victor, having been brought up in privilege, was unaccustomed to such a display of force. Caught off guard, he was knocked to the ground by Lela's blow.

He lay there, a portrait of utter chaos.

Upon witnessing the spectacle, old Stewart's face turned a furious shade of red. "How dare you strike my grandson. The Stewart family will not let this go unpunished."

Jyri Stewart was his favored son, which naturally made Jyri's son Victor his most beloved grandson.

Stewart, witnessing the unfolding drama, was already in tears. "Oh, my dear grandson, you wicked woman,

a sinister chuckle. "Already in

back of Victor's shirt, and hauled him

a warm stream of blood trickling down, fueling his rage

him across the face, sending a ringing through Victor's

and, eyeing the urn on the

me to kneel just like that? Who

he could finish his sentence, Lela delivered a vicious kick to Victor's knee. He lost his balance and ended up kneeling, his kneecap

room, everyone heard the sound of

Victor's mother

to achieve?

you humiliate

disregarded them, hoisting Victor by the collar of his shirt, and said coldly, "Think kneeling is

"Now, bow your head."

continued to resist. "Have you lost your mind? I

not up to you,"

that, she pressed down on the back of his head, forcing it violently towards

"Thud, thud, thud..."