Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Sylvester, who was six feet and two inches tall and had a slender figure, had been exercising since childhood, resulting in an excellent physique. Moreover, Sylvester had delicate and handsome features as well as very fair skin. When dressed in the white attire that billowed around him like a cloak, his hostile demeanor was somehow tempered.

A hint of gentleness seeped through his decisive and ruthless demeanor.

Just standing there made him the center of attention.

Every move he made exuded a noble air.

After dressing up, Sylvester stood in front of the mirror. No matter how he looked at himself, he looked somewhat odd. Furrowing his brows, he turned to leave. He opened the room door to find Hailey leading a team of maids who were standing respectfully by the entrance. Upon closer inspection, there was a hint of a blush on each of the maid's faces.

Evidently, the maids heard the sounds from inside the room.

Hailey stood in the center of the doorway and kept her body slightly dipped in a respectful bow while the other maids stood on either side of the door, all looking very respectful.

Upon seeing Sylvester emerge, Hailey bowed and said, "Mr. Gomez."

The other maids also respectfully echoed her, saying, "Mr. Gomez."

Sylvester coldly scanned Hailey and the other maids before he finally fixed his gaze on Hailey. His voice was low as he asked, "You enjoyed eavesdropping on my conversation with Sarah, didn't you?"

Hailey immediately understood that he was mocking her for eavesdropping on the indescribable sounds last night. This morning, when she brought the servants over, they coincidentally heard those indescribable sounds once more. It was quite a coincidence.

Hailey quickly responded, saying, "Mr. Gomez, I didn't mean to. We only came to assist Miss Sarah with her morning routine."

At this time, Hailey and the other maids usually followed Philip's orders to assist Sarah with an essential oil and floral bath, followed by a massage before heading to breakfast.

Upon hearing that, Sylvester sneered. "She's my woman. I'll take care of her. You don't need to come by again."

It was ridiculous.

Hailey and the other maids exchanged glances, not daring to say anything.

Sylvester's aura was overpowering.

"I don't care why you came here. Lela is still asleep. If you dare disturb her now, you know the consequences."

With that said, he ignored Hailey and the maids' reactions and walked past Hailey to head downstairs.

When she saw that he was about to descend, Hailey, who had not forgotten her second most important task, hurriedly called out, "Mr. Gomez, Master Philip is looking for you."

Sylvester paused for a moment, turned around slightly, and then asked an unrelated question. "Is breakfast ready?"

Hailey assumed Sylvester wanted to eat first and hurriedly replied, "The chefs are preparing it. Breakfast should be ready soon. Do you want to have breakfast first before meeting Master Philip, Mr. Gomez?" However, Sylvester did not directly respond to Hailey's question. Instead, he just said, "Let's go."

Hailey did not dare question why he wanted to go to Philip now when he showed an interest in having breakfast.

Unbeknownst to Hailey, Sylvester only wanted to ensure that after he left, Lela would have breakfast as soon as she woke up.

If the chefs were not getting breakfast ready, Sylvester would prepare it himself.

Regardless, there was no way he would starve her.

On the top floor of the grand main hall at the Divine Doctor Association.

Philip sat in a chair placed along the sides of the main hall as a subordinate reported to him. "Master Philip, we've broken 38 of his bones, but he still won't speak. Now, he's barely clinging to life."

Today, Philip was dressed in a smoky blue outfit and sat on a leather chair while one of his slender hands supported one cheek. As he languidly listened to his subordinate's report, his face was expressionless.

At his age, Philip's life was almost over. He had seen all sorts of major intrigues and excitements along with failures caused by negligence. Something this trivial was not worthy of Philip's anger.

Philip looked at the poison pill in front of him. Then, with solemn eyes, he indifferently said, "He's quite stubborn. However, since he won't tell the truth, there's no need to keep him alive. My pets are hungry. Feed him to them." "Yes."

Then, another subordinate came over. "Master Philip, Mr. Gomez is here."