Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Mary looked at Sylvester, and her smile was dazzling as she said, "Why force yourself again? Let me help you relieve it. Isn't it better, come on."

"It's wrong to fight against it." Mary insisted, and as she was about to touch Sylvester, Sylvester raised his amber eyes, which contained a hint of bloodthirsty fierceness.

Seeing Sylvester's dangerous and cold eyes, Mary felt a chill all over her body. Before Mary could react, she saw Sylvester reach out his slender fingers closed around her delicate neck, his grip like a vice. Sylvester raised his hand, and Mary's feet were dangling and kicking in the air as her face was suffused with a choking redness. The feeling of losing her life made her feel extremely scared.

Sylvester's strong self-control was terrifying. Perhaps even Robert couldn't rival him. The other women were dumbfounded, and the music abruptly stopped.

"Miss. Smith..." Sylvester looked at Mary with a hint of bloodthirsty impulse flashing in his eyes, and his hand was slowly tightening. The thin air made it difficult for Mary to breathe as if she would die in the next moment.

Sylvester remained unmoved and looked at her with eyes as if she were dead meat.

Finally, Mary realized how terrifying Sylvester was.

Upstairs, Martin and Lloyd looked incredulously at the scene, "He... he..." They couldn't complete a sentence for a while.

Philip drank down the wine in his hand. He enthusiastically said, "I knew he would pass."

At the first sight of Sylvester, Philip knew he was destined to be a tycoon. The people of the Divine Doctor Association didn't know that Sylvester was the man who had created the huge Dragon organization. With just a few years, he developed it into a prominent international organization, and could not be tempted by these mundane things.

Mary struggled to speak, "You..."

At this moment, a voice came over, "Congratulations, you have passed the first test."

Hearing this, Sylvester sneered with extreme disdain in his eyes. Then, he raised his hand, and lightly threw out Mary's body, hitting the wall.

Mary groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood. She could feel two of her ribs were broken.

Sylvester was simply terrifying. Others immediately surrounded her and helped her up. "Miss Smith, how are you?" they asked, concerned.

Mary took a deep breath and waved her hand but was unable to speak at all. Sylvester looked at his hand with a look of disgust. He took out a wet tissue, slowly wiping his distinct and slender fingers clean.

Then, he strolled towards Mary with an air of menace, his eyes fixed on hers. As he loomed over her, he spoke in a voice that sent shivers down her spine, "Do you know what happened to the last woman who seduced me?" Mary couldn't say a word, because she was experiencing pain all over her body.

Sylvester's cold eyes stared at Mary. He clearly saw her terrified expression and said word by word, "They were tortured in a brothel."

Mary's companion couldn't stand it anymore. And scolded him, "How dare you be so rude to Miss Smith?"

Sylvester didn't care, completely ignored the others, and said to Mary, "I know those old foxes ordered you to test me. For Lela's sake, I will let you go today and also spare the Divine Doctor Association."

After saying that, Sylvester strode away with his long legs and directly took the elevator to the third floor. At this moment, his patience had already reached its limit.