Chapter 805

“Meow!” Stella didn’t know where she found the courage to do it, but in that desperate moment, it was all that she could think of. “Meow!” she cried again. The sound of a cat’s lazy meow filled the office. Everyone looked around and at each other in total confusion. Even Weston, who was always so stoic, seemed to have a curious look on his face as if trying to suppress a certain emotion. The hand on the desk was also twitching. Finally, it was a German businessman who broke the silence with his laugh. “Is that your cat, Mr. Ford? Sounds just like my own little Persian! She always cries out in a soft voice, just like that! Everyone adores her!” “You have a cat too?” Weston asked in impeccable German. “My little one here isn’t a Persian, though.” “What breed is your cat then?” the businessman responded with interest. “She’s just a little mongrel,” Weston replied, his eyes darting toward Stella, whose face was twisted with anger. The sight, however, only made him smile. “Is that