Animal Whisperer: Take Back My Life and Love Chapter 232: The Lion's Share

"The consumers will definitely trust us more, and we won't have to worry about sales!"

Chandler was filled with excitement as he gazed at the park director's office not far away, then looked down at Ginnie, who was smiling in her wheelchair. He couldn't help but sigh. "In the end, it is still our Ginnie who has the talent. You can find a new path so quickly even when facing setbacks."

Chandler's tone shifted, carrying a clear edge of comparison. "Unlike Nancy, who has severed ties over every little thing. Her temper is far too wild."

Cindy also stroked Ginnie's hair with affection, her voice full of pride. "This is my true daughter—someone who understands the big picture and possesses real capability."

As they spoke, Chandler caught sight of Nancy emerging from the staff canteen and heading toward her office. He immediately raised his voice, shouting in a rebuking tone, "Nancy! Why haven't you been answering my calls?"

"And you actually dared to block me?"

Nancy stopped in her tracks and turned to see Chandler dressed in a high-priced, custom-made suit, yet looking slightly disheveled as he marched toward her. Behind him followed her adoptive mother, Cindy, and Ginnie in her wheelchair.

Just as Chandler finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill on the top of his head. Several sunflower seed shells landed squarely on his meticulously styled hair.

He looked up sharply, but before he could see anything, a wet walnut shell, still slick with saliva, smacked him right in the face!

Two plump squirrels were perched leisurely on a branch above them, their tiny paws nimbly cracking seeds and nuts. Shells and husks rained down on the three members of the Summers family like a hailstorm.

Cindy and Ginnie were not spared either. They hurriedly scrambled to push the wheelchair out of the way.

The moment Ginnie saw those two squirrels, her face turned pale. She was instantly reminded of the horrific experience at the Goodman estate, where she was swarmed by squirrels and small animals. In her state of emotional agitation, a sharp pain shot through her waist.

Although the kick from the alpaca had improved with rest, a bone injury takes a hundred days to heal. Her back pain still flared up frequently, sometimes making it impossible for her to walk, forcing her to rely on the wheelchair.

Nancy looked at the two little squirrels standing up for her, then turned to the flustered Chandler. Her tone was calm but carried an undeniable warning:

"You had better look closely at whose territory you are standing on. I suggest you speak with more respect."

She curled her lips slightly, though there was no warmth in her eyes. "Around here, these little animals only recognize one rule: protect the master. They don't understand your game of double-dealing and hypocrisy."

Corry and Bobby cooperated by standing on the high branch, paws on their round waists, looking down with huffy expressions. They looked exactly as if they were saying, "Whoever dares to bully Nancy has to deal with us."

Chandler's face turned a livid shade of purple, choked by Nancy's hidden threat.

Ginnie suppressed her displeasure and put on a harmless smile. "Nancy, don't be angry. We came here specifically to take you back to the Summers family villa."

Nancy raised an eyebrow. "Who is your family? Don't go trying to force a relationship. You love acting so much; I wouldn't watch a short drama if you weren't in it."

Ginnie's face flushed, and her eyes grew red. "I'm being sincere. Why must you judge me with such malice?"

"When I left the Summers family, didn't you say we would never speak again until we died?" Nancy crossed her arms, scanning the trio. "So, are you all about to die and acting out of desperation?"

Remembering why he had come, Chandler suppressed his anger and straightened his suit, adopting a posture of magnanimity. "Nancy, you're an adult now. Stop throwing a childish tantrum and come home with me. We've discussed it and decided to re-release your Claw Shield vaccine. We will also pay you royalties according to a new contract."

As he spoke, Chandler pulled a document from his briefcase and held it out to Nancy.

Nancy took the contract, her eyes scanning it briefly. A look of perfectly timed surprise appeared on her face. "Thirty percent of the profits after launch?"

Compared to the measly ten percent they had offered as charity before, this figure had tripled. It seemed the Summers family was truly panicking because the vaccine ban had caused their stock price to crash.

Cindy glanced at her coldly, her tone dripping with patronizing arrogance. "Haven't you been clamoring for a large sum of money to invest in your little zoo? The royalties from the vaccine launch will be enough for you to open another large-scale pet hospital."

Chandler was very satisfied with Nancy's surprised reaction. He added smoothly, "This profit-sharing ratio is significantly higher than the industry standard for patent licensing."

Nancy closed the contract and looked up at the three of them. Her lips curved into a slight smile, and her words were light yet crystal clear:

"I want one hundred percent of the profits. Every cent belongs to me."

The moment those words left her mouth, the three members of the Summers family froze on the spot, and the air seemed to solidify.