Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Lela, realizing the hassle of not having a phone, casually picked one up and then took Sylvester to explore the area. As they strolled around, they ended up buying a bunch of daily essentials, all matching couple items. Sylvester, with bags in both hands, looked at Lela with pure adoration as she wandered ahead, taking in the sights. Seeing her so happy made his heart feel like it was floating on a cloud.

The bodyguards lurking in the shadows were taken aback by this scene and started whispering, "Sylvester's a whole new person."

One of them added, "Yeah, but only with Lela. Mess up, and you'll see the old him real quick."

Another nodded. "True that."

Mildred, noticing this, gave one of the bodyguards a swift kick. "Why don't you help Sylvester with those bags? Move it!"

The bodyguards, not missing a beat, rushed over. Mildred grinned, relieved he didn't have to carry anything himself this time.

Sylvester handed all the bags to the bodyguards and sternly warned, "Handle these with care. Break anything, and you're in for it." The bodyguards nodded eagerly, took the bags, and melted back into the crowd. Out of nowhere, Sylvester stopped and headed into a lingerie store. The saleswoman inside lit up at the sight of him. She'd never seen such a handsome guy and momentarily forgot her sales pitch. Sylvester frowned and said, "Not interested in making a sale?"

She snapped back and eagerly started her pitch. "Sir, we have pure styles, sexy styles, petite and cute sizes, and mature and sexy ones. What are you looking for?"

Sylvester, unfazed, asked seriously, "How's the material?" Lela had sensitive skin, and only the best would do. She was picky and only wore clothes from Starlit Group. The saleswoman smiled. "You must really love your girlfriend."

Sylvester raised an eyebrow. "Why do you say that?"

She chuckled. "Most guys come in here looking for something that just looks good. You're the first to ask about comfort. But don't worry, our stuff is super comfy, like wearing nothing at all. Here, feel this." She handed him a piece of fabric. "See? It's all silk, very soft."

Sylvester examined the fabric and smiled. "Alright, pack up your best stuff for me, every style, smallest size. Send it to this address." He grabbed a pen and wrote down the address.

The saleswoman's eyes widened. Dragon Manor! The fanciest place in Greafury City.

Meanwhile, Lela was eagerly eyeing a chocolate bar in front of a candy store. Her eager expression made Sylvester chuckle. He walked over, wrapped an arm around her, and said, "You really are a foodie." Lela tilted her head and asked, "Sylvester, where did you go just now?"

Thinking about his recent purchase, Sylvester smirked and tapped her nose. "I got you something."

Lela blinked. "What did you get me?"

Sylvester's smile turned mischievous. "Some good stuff. You'll find out soon enough."