Part 6
By the time we finished signing the contract, it
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was 7 PM. I walked wearily out of the building
and saw a man and a dog facing off at the
entrance. My yellow Lab, body tense, paws
scraping the ground, growled low, warning off the “wolfy” stranger. The werewolf stood there
casually, arms crossed, looking disdainful,
muttering things I couldn’t understand. … Was
he communicating with the dog? Could dogs
understand wolf language?
Slightly bewildered, I watched them for a
moment before approaching and stroking
Buddy’s head. “Don’t be mad, buddy. Mommy’s
back.”
The werewolf went silent for a moment, then
came over and squatted beside me, head
hanging low.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I want to pet him too,” he mumbled, nudging closer. “I was your pet too. You can’t just pet
him and not me.”
I sighed. I’d learned from the client who he was.
Ethan Grey. The youngest son of the
prestigious Grey family, a major shareholder in
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Rong An, one of the biggest semiconductor
companies in the country. One of the
wealthiest, most eligible bachelors in the city. How could he be such a shameless werewolf?
I stood up, my face cold. “Did you steal my
dog?”
“I didn’t steal him.” He mumbled. “The leash
was loose. I just tugged on it, and it came undone. The dog followed a piece of bologna. It
wasn’t my fault…”
I just stared at him, silent.
He bit his lip. “Okay, fine, I’m sorry.” He looked utterly dejected. “You’re so good to him. You
pet him, you buy him toys, you even kiss him. I’m jealous. It used to be… you only had me.“
