Animal Whisperer: Take Back My Life and Love Chapter 227: The Art Of The Deal

Catching them one by one was far too inefficient!

Nancy's mind raced at top speed. She leaned in close to Barry's ear and whispered a few sentences in a rapid-fire rush.

Barry listened, his brow arching slightly as he voiced his skepticism. "Is that... really going to work?"

Nancy gave him a shove, her voice frantic and laced with a "nothing-to-lose" intensity. "Is there a better way right now? Just try it!"

Barry looked at the disastrous scene before him and reluctantly nodded.

Immediately, Nancy lunged forward, using a terrified voice to scream at the flock: "Run for your lives!"

"This man is the CEO of a giant fried chicken empire!"

"His RV, his company—everything was bought with the blood money from selling fried chicken!"

"He's just waiting for you all to step inside so he can drive this car straight to the slaughterhouse!"

After her shout, Nancy spun around and grabbed Barry's arm with all her might, acting as if she were desperately restraining a dangerous predator. She continued yelling at the chickens:

"I'll hold him back! Run, ladies! The coop is the only safe place left!"

The "rumor-mongering" tactic worked like a charm. The hens, who had been causing chaos inside the RV, were scared out of their wits. They didn't care about "luxury RV sightseeing" anymore. They flapped their wings and scrambled over each other to pour out of the door, bolting toward the coop as if their lives depended on it.

The world, finally, was quiet.

The two survivors stood in place, both with disheveled hair and messy clothes, covered in tiny white chicken feathers.

It was only then that Nancy realized she was still deathly gripping Barry's arm, practically hanging off him. She let go instantly, as if burned, her cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson. She lowered her head, pretending to brush feathers off her clothes while muttering, "That was... crisis management. Exceptional circumstances..."

Barry looked at her flushed face and her bedraggled state. Whatever anger he had held for his ruined interior had long since evaporated. He had several red scratches on his sharp features where chicken talons had caught him—marks that stood out prominently on his face.

Seeing that, Nancy's guilt hit an all-time high.

She immediately entered "humble apology" mode. She carefully stood on her tiptoes to pluck a white feather from his hair, chanting, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Truly, deeply sorry!" I'll clean this up right away!"

Looking around, she spotted one of the culprits, Star, huddling in a corner. He had his paws over his eyes, trying to make himself as small as possible. The sight was both pitiful and hilarious.

Nancy's heart softened. Sigh, forget it. I can't bring myself to throw this big dummy under the bus.

She turned back to Barry. "I'll take full responsibility! I'll scrub this place until not a single feather remains!"

Barry surveyed the RV, which looked like it had been hit by a localized hurricane, before his gaze settled back on Nancy.

"Forget it," he said helplessly. "In the state you're in, if I let you clean this up and you collapse from exhaustion, I'm afraid you'll try to sue me later."

Nancy found some iodine swabs and began carefully disinfecting the red marks on his face. Hearing this, she looked up with a look of pure sincerity. "I won't! I promise I won't sue you!"

Barry slowly steered the conversation toward his real point. "However, we still need to settle the fee for emotional distress."

"How about this: for the zoo's opening day, my appearance fee doubles."

Nancy was about to apply a bandage when she froze, her eyes wide with shock. "Huh?"

She instinctively wanted to argue that she hadn't officially invited him, but then she remembered her previous conversation with Jorgan. Jorgan had misunderstood her and assumed Barry was an invited guest for the opening.

Nancy swallowed nervously and whispered, "...How much is double the appearance fee?"

Barry saw her tense yet forced-calm expression, a glimmer of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Don't be nervous. Let's try a different way instead."

"Help me with a favor, and we'll call it even."

Nancy's eyes lit up, her curiosity piqued. She leaned in with a bit of a smug grin. "Wow, the great Mr. Barry actually has something he needs my help with?"

Barry glanced at her. "Why else do you think I'm living in a tent in your palm-sized zoo?" He pointed to the scratches on his face. "I've already been reduced to being bullied by your chickens."

Nancy giggled awkwardly, her interest peaked. "Fair enough! What can I do for you?"

Barry got straight to the point. "A horse belonging to one of my important clients hasn't been doing well lately. It doesn't seem like an acute illness, but no one can find the specific cause."