Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

The bodyguards were puzzled; the hotel's kitchen was stocked already. Why would Mr. Gomez want fresh supplies? None dared to question him, so they sent one of their own to fetch the items. After the bodyguard departed, Sylvester advised the remaining ones, "Bring the groceries straight here once you've got them."

With that, he turned and made his way to the open-concept kitchen in the presidential suite. It was equipped with everything, even the kitchen utensils were brand new with tags still on. Sylvester efficiently grabbed a black pot, tore off the tag, filled it with water, and placed it on the stove to boil.

Knowing better than to delay, the bodyguard hurriedly procured the necessary ingredients and brought them up.

...

At the spa, Victor pushed Flora Harrison away and sat breathing heavily beside the spring, gasping for air.

Flora stood before Victor with a troubled look on her face.

Victor opened his eyes and stared at her - her pretty face shadowed with darkness. He raised an eyebrow, "What's with that expression?" Intimidated, Flora forced a twist of her lips into a semblance of a smile.

Only then did Victor express satisfaction, "That's more like it. Are you still hungry?"

Terrified, Flora quickly shook her head, "No."

With a powerful kick, Victor sent Flora into the warm spring water, sputtering before she resurfaced.

"Victor..."

"I'm the one who's hungry now. Go get me something to eat."

The party was some time away, and he was just starting to relax - he had no desire to move.

Not daring to defy him, Flora got up from the water, made her way to the edge of the spring, changed into her clothes, and left.

...

As she walked along the corridor outside the spa, Flora turned a corner, heading toward the quieter part of the resort.

Passing by the spring reserved for Josh Fudge, she noticed three bodyguards standing outside.

As Flora Harrison, the renowned celebrity, approached, confusion briefly flickered about why she'd be at a men's hot spring resort. Still, given her fame, she acknowledged others with a courteous nod. Flora knew the man she passed was one of Josh Fudge's security guys and offered a slight smile before shifting her path. The hot springs in this area were a convoluted arrangement of interconnected suites, and Josh Fudge's pool was notably close to Victor's.

However, just as Flora turned a corner, she caught sight of Cicery climbing out through the window of Josh Fudge's suite. Her eyes widened in shock.

The hot spring resorts were separated by gender, and here was Sylvester's beautiful companion emerging from Josh Fudge's suite, and not just through the door, but via the window.

Flora didn't dare contemplate the implications, but the next second, her breath hitched at the sight of the speckles of scarlet on Cicery's chest; unmistakably bloodstains. She was nearly breathless from the encounter. Cicery hadn't expected to bump into anyone, caught off guard while already devising a plan to deal with an unintended witness. But when she saw Flora Harrison, the sharpness in her eyes softened.

Flora glanced around and motioned Cicery toward the nearby bamboo e. Yet Cicery shied away, her eyes wide and piercing as she spoke, "Don't touch me, I'm dirty."

She was tainted with Josh Fudge's blood and didn't want to soil Flora.

Hearing this, Flora's complexion paled, misunderstanding Cicery's reproach.

Indeed, she was a star, yet she often felt reduced to nothing more than a plaything-dirty, of course.

Flora gave a small chuckle, watching the girl with a feeling of warmth. Not minding Cicery's words, she withdrew her tentative hand and whispered, "Your name is Cicery, right? Follow me quickly; there's a back way here."