Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 194 Kneel Down and Bow Your Head

Victor's memory was jogged by her presence; she was a familiar face from Mr. Gomez's circle. Her striking appearance was one that was impossible to forget at a mere glance. Lela approached Victor with a leisurely stride, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Victor was unnerved by her smile, unable to comprehend why someone from Mr. Gomez's inner circle would be seeking him out.

Observing this, Reese Jenkins's eyes filled with a fiery redness. Her suspicions had indeed been confirmed.

"Victor, how do you plan to explain this?" she demanded.

Victor's brow creased in annoyance, "Stop talking." He then turned to Lela, "You... you're looking for me..."

Before he could complete his sentence, Lela lifted her hand and swung her fist, delivering a powerful punch to Victor.

Victor, having been brought up in privilege, was unaccustomed to such a display of force. Caught off guard, he was knocked to the ground by Lela's blow.

He lay there, a portrait of utter chaos.

Upon witnessing the spectacle, old Stewart's face turned a furious shade of red. "How dare you strike my grandson. The Stewart family will not let this go unpunished."

Jyri Stewart was his favored son, which naturally made Jyri's son Victor his most beloved grandson.

Old Mrs. Stewart, witnessing the unfolding drama, was already in tears. "Oh, my dear grandson, you wicked woman, cease this at once!"

Lela let out a sinister chuckle. "Already in pain, are we? I've barely begun."

She bent down, seized the back of Victor's shirt, and hauled him in front of the mantelpiece.

Victor wiped his nose shamefully, a warm stream of blood trickling down, fueling his rage as he rose to his feet and began to curse. "You vile woman."

With a sharp "smack," Lela slapped him across the face, sending a ringing through Victor's head.

Lela withdrew her hand and, eyeing the urn on the mantelpiece, ordered, "Kneel."

Victor, already boiling with anger, retorted, "You expect me to kneel just like that? Who the hell do you think you are?"

Before he could finish his sentence, Lela delivered a vicious kick to Victor's knee. He lost his balance and ended up kneeling, his kneecap colliding with the polished marble floor with a sickening crack. Pain surged through Victor, leaving him gasping for breath and shaking uncontrollably.

In the silent living room, everyone heard the sound of the crack.

Old Mrs. Stewart and Victor's mother were already in hysterics.

"What exactly are you trying to achieve? Can't we resolve this peacefully?"

"Why must you humiliate my son?"

Lela disregarded them, hoisting Victor by the collar of his shirt, and said coldly, "Think kneeling is optional?"

"Now, bow your head."

Victor continued to resist. "Have you lost your mind? I won't bow..."

"It's not up to you," Lela cut him off.

With that, she pressed down on the back of his head, forcing it violently towards the floor.

"Thud, thud, thud..."

The relentless sound sent a chill through the spectators.

"Please, stop it," pleaded old Mrs. Stewart, crying until her vision blurred, but every time she attempted to intervene, the bodyguards restrained her with greater force.

Victor, devoid of the strength to resist, was forced to bow his head repeatedly onto the unforgiving floor tiles.

After countless bows, he became dizzy, his forehead wounded and blood seeping out, staining his skin a vivid scarlet.

This brutal encounter transformed Victor's appearance from a handsome, composed young gentleman to a completely disheveled and bloody mess.

Lela was livid. She seized his hair and yanked it back, forcing him to look at the urn. Her voice was icy and her reddened eyes held a cold, sinister glint. "Do you know who this is?" Victor, disoriented and wracked with pain, his teeth chattering, was too terrified to speak.

Lela let out a cold laugh. "This is Flora Harrison."

Victor's eyes widened in shock upon hearing this.

"What? What?!" he thought, utterly bewildered.

"Collateral? Victor, you've got some nerve to treat my sister Flora like this," Lela accused.