Animal Whisperer: Take Back My Life and Love Chapter 82: The Undercover Crow

"People who cause trouble for Ginnie shouldn't even be called fans."

Some netizens argued that since the rumors had caused such a massive impact on the Loren Zoo, there should be compensation. Ginnie’s fans immediately retorted, saying that if anyone should pay, it was the person who started the rumors. Since that person was still a student with no source of income, they shouldn't be "driven to a dead end."

It looked as though the matter was simply going to fade away.

A mocking smile played on Nancy’s lips. They thought they could just let this go? Not a chance.

Nancy tapped on the official account for the Cuties Petting Zoo. She planned to get a better handle on the situation at that facility. However, as she clicked on a random video of an alpaca eating, she noticed something was wrong.

In the video, the snow-white alpaca was chewing its fodder mechanically. Fine white foam kept oozing from the corners of its mouth, and every swallow was accompanied by a painful shudder.

"My stomach... it hurts so much…" The alpaca’s large, watery eyes were brimming with tears.

"But the keeper said... It panted weakly. If I don't finish it all... I'll be locked back in that pitch-black cage again tonight…"

The alpaca was sick, and Ginnie didn't even care?

Nancy froze. She scrolled down further to a highly-liked video of some lop-eared rabbits. Three of them were huddled together, complaining bitterly to the camera. "It stinks in here, who can save us please!"

Yet the comment section was filled with praise: "The bunnies huddling together are so cute! I want to pet them!"

In a video of a call duck being held by a tourist for a photo, the duck quacked. "The new paintjob is causing my insane headache! I can't take this anymore!"

In a video of a cockatiel singing, the bird—sporting two beautiful orange patches on its cheeks—finished its song and muttered. "My throat hurts and I don't wanna sing anymore! The stupid makeup is making my face uncomfortable!"

Almost every video Nancy scrolled through featured an animal complaining about the Cuties Petting Zoo. It was clear these animals were enduring terrible treatment and were at their breaking point.

These little guys were miserable.

Nancy checked the latest update on the official account. It was a teaser for a live event called "Meet the Celebrity Investors."

She scanned the event description. Next Saturday, a group of minor idols and influencers had been invited to the Cuties Petting Zoo for an "experience day." The entire event would be livestreamed, showing the celebrity guests interacting with the animals.

Nancy glanced at the number of people who had signed up for the livestream reminder—over 200,000!

The end of the event description added a "cute" note: "These stars might just be the future owners of Cuties Petting Zoo branches! Please show your support!"

Nancy understood instantly. Ginnie was trying to kill two birds with one stone. She wanted to use the celebrities' fame to advertise the zoo while simultaneously luring them into investing so she could open franchises in other cities.

The scale of this event was massive. The Summers family had clearly pulled a lot of strings and spent a fortune on connections.

Thinking of the suffering animals at that petting zoo, a plan formed in Nancy’s mind.

If all those animals staged a mass "jailbreak" during the livestream... the effect would be spectacular. It would go viral for all the wrong reasons.

Nancy began plotting, realizing she needed some "spies" to scout the location and "incite" the animals at the Cuties Petting Zoo.

She stroked her chin. Which animal should she send undercover?

The Cuties Petting Zoo was located on the fourth floor of a commercial office building. Nancy noticed in the official videos that because the place was newly renovated and packed with animals, the windows were often left open for ventilation.

An avian messenger seemed like the best choice.

She immediately thought of that shrewd, money-grubbing little crow. The creature was incredibly clever, adaptable, and knew exactly how to play any situation to its advantage.

After washing up, Nancy grabbed a gold chain she had bought at the mall the previous night and went to pay him a visit.

Under the large birch tree near the giraffe enclosure.

Nancy shook the gold chain in her hand and looked up into the branches. "Little crow! Are you there? I need a favor!"

"The gold chain you requested has been acquired!"

From the birch tree, a small black head popped out. The crow eyed the gold chain in Nancy's hand, its tiny eyes glittering with greed. It immediately flapped its wings and flew down. "Put it around my neck now!"

The crow stretched out its neck, and Nancy smiled as she draped the gold chain over it. The crow shook its neck proudly. "It's alright. You should call me Master Crow from now!"

It had seen human "new money" types wearing gold chains, sporting rings, and tucking leather clutches under their arms. It wasn't going to be called a "little crow" anymore.

Nancy arched an eyebrow. "Oh? Moving up in the world, are we?"

The crow nodded and let out a series of hoarse, happy caws. "Hahaha! I am gonna be the richest in the zoo!"

"So, where are you hiding all your 'bling'? Do you want to use my safe?"

Nancy batted her eyelashes. "If a typhoon or a rainstorm hits your nest, your cash is going to turn into soggy paper. What then?"

The crow instantly turned alert, switching into "anti-fraud" mode. "This ia obviously a classic scam! You should really start working on your anti- scam skills!"