Not long after, Sylvester also returned.


    He got out of the car and walked towards the main vi with a dark expression, exuding an air of anger as he walked. Mildred followed behind Sylvester, knowing that Mr. Sylvester was on the verge of rage this time, and he could only mourn for Miss L in his heart.


    Miss L, as a Mutant, how many people in this world want to capture you?


    Life, how can it be so chaotic? Not only running around aimlessly, but also going to high-risk ces like bars and nightclubs.


    ...


    Quite early on the following morning, L rushed downstairs with her phone in hand.


    She went straight to Sylvester''s side and held onto his arm. "Sylvester."


    Sylvester, wearing casual clothes, sat on the couch with a game console controller in his hand, looking at the big screen in front of him, engrossed in a fierce battle with a boss in the game. Mildred stood behind the couch.


    When Sylvester saw Ling down, he threw away the controller after defeating the boss and nced at her, biting his lip, restraining his temper. "You came down so early, were you not able to sleep a bit longer this morning? Hm?" L shook her head. "I slept enough."


    Sylvester reached up and tousled L''s hair, smiling with a curl of his lips. Only with a careful look could one tell that the smile didn''t reach his eyes. "I wasn''t herest night. What time did you go to sleep? Did you sleep well?" L nced at Sylvester. She felt that something was off with him today, but in order not to worry him, she nodded. "I slept as soon as you left, all the way until morning."


    "Huh!" Sylvester chuckled lightly and then hugged L, pressing her back against his chest. He rested his chin on her shoulder and took out his phone, his distinct fingers sliding across the screen. "Come, let me show my baby a video." As he spoke, he opened the video, and everything that happened in the hotel appeared in L''s eyes again.


    L was shocked.


    She quickly got up and hugged Sylvester. "Sylvester, it wasn''t intentional. I was just afraid you would worry. I didn''t purposely hide it from you."


    Sylvester''s longshes harbored a sharpness, and his amber eyes looked almost eerie as he pulled L''s hand away.


    "Afraid I would worry? And because of that, you can go out at night and do whatever you want without telling me? L, you fucking Mutant, do you know what consequences you could face by going out like this without caution, in case someone discovers you?"


    L looked at her hand that he forcefully pulled away, feeling a pang in her heart.


    Mildred quickly stepped forward to persuade. "Sir, Miss L also..."


    "Get lost."


    Sylvester coldly nced over.


    Charley, who was present, also grew fearful. "Brother, sister-inw, she..."


    "All of you fuck off."


    No one dared to stay in the living room any longer.


    Even the head chef in the kitchen heard themotion and quickly put his tools down, leading the other chefs to run out with anxious expressions.


    But Sylvester cast a cold gaze. "Who allowed you to leave? Get back and make breakfast."


    The little one hasn''t had breakfast yet.


    The head chef shuddered and wiped the sweat off his brow, quickly leading the group of young chefs behind him to retreat.


    Instantly, the whole room fell silent.


    L stood behind Sylvester, took a deep breath, and began, "Sylvester, I''m not as fragile as you think. I am..."


    Now, L didn''t know how to exin herself anymore. It seemed as though she had lost control.


    Hearing this, Sylvester clenched his fist and pulled L, heading downstairs to the basement.


    Confused, L was forcefully dragged along, struggling to keep up with his pace. She stumbled, almost falling. Biting her lip, an indignant feeling welled up inside her, her eyes starting to turn red. Heartless man.


    Heartless man.


    Heartless man.


    L was angry now. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the expected pain, but instead, she was pulled into a warm chest.


    Sylvester walked ahead holding L''s hand. The moment he sensed she was about to fall, he let go of her hand so as not to identally hurt her, swiftly turning around to catch her and hold her in his arms. He was frightened, his chest heaving.


    His gaze lowered, looking at L in his arms, her eyes reddening. His heart immediately softened.


    Just as Sylvester was about to let her go, he suddenly remembered all the dangerous things she had done, and another barrier formed in his heart.


    No, this little thing was causing too much chaos.


    If he didn''t properly educate and guide her, what if she unintentionally exposed their identities again? He couldn''t allow that.


    He remained silent and carried her into the basement using the bear-hug style.


    Outside, a few people were hiding by the window. Mildred watched as their master took Miss L to the basement, his expression not looking too good. She muttered, "The master has taken Miss L to the basement." Charley returned home for the weekend and just as he arrived, he heard this. He immediately eximed, "What? My brother took my sister-inw to the basement? No way, I have to go save my sister-inw." As he was about to rush in, Mildred grabbed him.


    "My dear child, don''t go causing trouble."


    "Then what should we do? The basement is cold and filled with all sorts of frightening tools. My sister-inw will be scared."


    Why did he encounter this situation as soon as he got back? Wasn''t his brother supposed to love L the most?


    Mildred pursed her lips and remained silent.


    The basement was where their master used to punish enemies, and it did indeed contain various terrifying tools that sent shivers down one''s spine.


    After a while, as if her intelligence suddenly kicked in, Mildred looked at Charley and said, "Raymond, you still don''t understand your brother. He won''t harm Miss L."


    However, Charley pursed his lips and said, "That''s not necessarily true."


    His older brother can be really fierce when he hits him. --