Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Even at night, the entire valley was as bright as day.

Armed guards were standing at the palace entrance.

Sylvester squinted at their guns of new type, then looked around. He was sure there were snipers in the mountains.

'The Divine Doctor Association, interesting.'

The guards welcomed Martin and his group.

Soon, Philip and Lloyd Lambert emerged from the palace, each with a distinguished air.

"Martin."

"My Bro."

Philip and Lloyd walked down.

Philip asked, "Martin, why are you back so soon? Where's Sarah?"

Martin climbed down from the horse and said, "Philip, now's not the time. Lloyd, gather some people. Go and take the new Silvercrest map and the search and medical teams to find her." Martin quickly briefed Lloyd on what Lela had told him.

Lloyd nodded, scanned the crowd, and then went to get prepared.

The mountains were treacherous, with deadly flora and steep terrain. So danger might happen before Sarah was found.

Philip, an elegant woman in her late fifties, was as radiant as ever, even compared to the goddess Venus.

Upon hearing Martin's words, she sensed something was wrong, gripping him, she inquired with a tense voice, "Where is Sarah? It couldn't be Sarah, could it..."

Martin glanced at Sylvester, who was holding Lela, and said, "We need to focus on..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Philip ran to Sylvester, staring at Lela wrapped by the coat in his arms.

Philip gazed at Lela, his eyes filled with indulgence akin to that of an elder. "Sarah, you look even more beautiful."

Then she turned to Sylvester. "You must be Sarah's boyfriend."

In the outside world, they called this being a couple.

But this young man was incredibly handsome, even more so than the dead president.

Sylvester looked at Philip, and the next second Martin walked up and intervened, "A man should not only be handsome but also capable and faithful."

Philip shook off Martin's hands and retorted, "Haven't you seen the news? Handsome men are usually faithful. It's the ugly ones who play around to show their charm."

Martin twisted his lips and thought about his wife. 'Over the years, with the establishment of communication stations and the internet within the Divine Doctor Association, she seemed to have regressed. What crap did she watch?' Sylvester was disinclined to engage with them, merely cradling Lela, who was peacefully asleep in his arms, when she suddenly stirred.

Sylvester, holding Lela, warned, "Lela hasn't been sleeping well. Please keep it down."

Sylvester expected a scolding, but even Martin became cautious. "Philip, send someone to take Sarah to her room. She must be exhausted."

Philip nodded and said to Sylvester, "I've prepared Sarah's room. You can take her there."

"Hailey, take Miss Sarah to her room."

"Yes, Sir"

Upon hearing this, Martin objected.