Animal Whisperer: Take Back My Life and Love Chapter 163: The Art Of One-sided Reporting

Who the hell did Autumn think she was?

She was nothing more than an obscure veterinary assistant. How could she possibly earn the favor of people at that level?!

Luna's chest heaved violently as a surge of bitterness and resentment rushed up her throat. She had truly believed that she was the one who deserved to stand on that high ground—to be appreciated and groomed as a top talent.

But now, she could only watch helplessly as that "quiet wallflower" Autumn effortlessly obtained everything she had ever dreamed of!

Ginnie gripped the armrests of her wheelchair, her knuckles turning white.

"How could Nancy possibly invite so many authoritative experts?! Even we at Summers Corp can't get on their schedules!"

Ginnie's fingers trembled, her mind a chaotic mess. This had completely exceeded her expectations!

Beside her, Luna muttered a guess. "Could it be... because she understands animal language and can communicate with them? Maybe those big shots are particularly interested in that field and need something from her?"

Ginnie whipped her head around, her voice practically squeezed through gritted teeth. "Communicate with animals?"

"Even if she really can, so what?!"

"Is she going to understand every sentence and translate every word? Make all animals obey her? That would be a superpower! Who is she trying to fool?!"

The more she spoke, the more agitated she became. She grabbed her phone and called her assistant. "Go right now and collect every piece of literature, data, and instructional video on 'animal communicators' from both here and abroad. Organize it all and send it to me!"

"Then, immediately contact every famous animal communicator globally and ask them one by one if they are taking students! Tuition is not an issue!"

Hanging up, Ginnie stared coldly at the calmly smiling Nancy on the screen, her nails nearly digging into her palms. If Nancy could learn it, Ginnie refused to believe that with her current wealth and connections, she couldn't learn it too!

Inside Loren Zoo, Leon had already turned Fawks into a human tool.

Leon flashed a high-wattage, sunny smile at the camera and spoke with boundless enthusiasm:

"Attention, viewers! The host has just agreed to take everyone on a proper tour of Loren Zoo!"

"The animals here aren't just good-looking—they are incredibly cute!" Next, let's go see the zoo's skinny dog—oh, wait, I mean Fat Tiger!"

As Leon spoke, he gave Fawks a look that said, "Play along."

In reality, Leon, being a social-media-savvy university student, had already organized the zoo's official account perfectly—ticket links, discount packages, and yearly pass sections were all neatly displayed. Using this sudden surge of traffic from Fawkes's livestream, the backend sales were skyrocketing!

Meanwhile, Fawks—a million-follower blogger whose quote for a single cat or dog food ad started at 100,000—stood there holding his equipment with a look of utter despair. He wasn't just appearing on camera for free; he was serving as a free tour guide and cameraman. He had essentially become Loren Zoo's "human traffic code," and his heart was as bitter as gall.

At the tiger enclosure, Fat Tiger was focused on his meal. Ever since he had intimidated that foreign wolf king with a single roar and received a special commendation from Miss Nancy, he had fully committed himself to his "bulking and training" mission!

While Fawks was diligently filming, Leon added a playful jab from the side:

"Get a close-up! Don't turn our Fat Tiger into 'Blurry Tiger.' If he finds out you filmed him looking like a skinny dog, believe me, he'll give you a live performance of 'The Tiger's Roar' on the spot!"

Fawks maintained a fake smile, replying "Sure, sure."

He obediently adjusted the focus while his heart wept: to think he, a prominent blogger, had been reduced to a tiger's personal fansite photographer while worrying about being roared at...

This client was truly "fierce"!

Leon's lips curled into a smile. He stepped aside and quietly placed a call. "Are you on the plane yet? Let me tell you, someone came to cause trouble for Miss Nancy today—"

Leon whispered into the phone, "A blind livestreamer came to pick a fight with Miss Nancy today. He almost turned the infirmary upside down."

On the other hand, Barry's voice darkened almost instantly. "Is Nancy hurt?"

"No, no, no! The crisis has been averted!" Leon boasted. "But you should have seen it—if it weren't for my clever maneuvering—"

Barry's cold voice cut him off. "...Since when do her affairs require a specific report to me?"

Leon immediately chirped back with a grin, "Didn't you ask me to help keep an eye on things at the zoo?"

"This is just a routine report!"

Barry's voice remained flat. "I told you to watch the zoo, not Nancy specifically."

He paused, a trace of barely perceptible awkwardness in his tone as he added, "...But she is Star's doctor. She can't have anything happen to her."

Leon's eyes darted around, and he quickly followed the lead. "Right, right, it's all for Star ~ But since I've performed well in 'protecting the crown,' shouldn't there be some kind of reward?"