Animal Whisperer: Take Back My Life and Love Chapter 83: A Stroke Of Luck

Nancy couldn't help but think how clever the little thing was; it seemed the national anti-fraud campaigns had been quite effective even in the bird kingdom.

She pressed her hands together in a pleading gesture. "Could you do me one more favor?"

The little crow gave a sweeping flourish of its wing. "Go on."

Nancy crouched down and began whispering the details of her plan to the "Master Crow." As the bird listened, its bead-like eyes darted back and forth thoughtfully. "Get me another chain."

Nancy quickly flashed an "OK" sign. "Alright, what kind of chain are you looking for?"

The crow tilted its head, considering the offer. "Alright, get me another gold chain. Gotta keep it skibidi."

Nancy burst out laughing. "Where on earth did you hear that phrase?"

The crow gave a sharp cry and took flight, its wings flapping rhythmically. As long as there was money involved, Master Crow was a reliable partner. "The guests in the zoo keeps playing that song with their phone. It got to me. Just leave this to me and I'll get it done."

Not long after the bird vanished, Nancy felt a massive, fluffy weight rushing toward her. Star nuzzled his soft head affectionately against her palm. "It's time for breakfast, Miss Nancy."

"Breakfast?"

Before Nancy could react, Star gently caught the hem of her trousers with his teeth and began leading her toward the staff dormitory area.

When she pushed open the doors to the communal dining hall, a mouth-watering aroma hit her instantly. Dozens of employees were enthusiastically digging into an unusually lavish breakfast spread. Steaming dim sum baskets lined the tables alongside elegantly plated pastries.

The most extravagant sight was a large pot of bubbling seafood porridge, with plump crab legs and fresh shrimp peeking through the thick, creamy oats. Nearby, dozens of iced Americanos and milk teas stood in neat rows, condensation glistening on the cups in the morning light.

"What is... where did all this come from?" Nancy’s eyes widened in shock.

Jimmy, a keeper with his mouth full of shrimp dumplings, said indistinctly, "Ms. Nancy, you really went all out!"

Other staff members looked up as well. "Thank you for the feast!"

"Working for you is definitely a treat for the stomach!"

Nancy was just about to explain when a tall shadow loomed over her. Barry’s broad hand rested on her shoulder, firmly guiding her into a seat with a presence that brooked no argument.

"Running around again without eating breakfast."

Barry’s voice carried a hint of stern authority as he signaled his secretary to bring over a specially prepared tray. "No wonder your blood sugar is always low."

The secretary immediately presented a plate of sizzling seared foie gras paired with black truffle scrambled eggs and a fresh glass of fruit juice. Barry pushed a bowl of chicken soup that had been simmered for six hours toward her. "Drink the soup first."

Nancy was nearly lightheaded from the delicious scent. Internally, she was screaming: Is this the joy of staying close to a living God of Wealth?!

She realized instantly that this imperial-level breakfast was definitely Barry’s doing.

"Barry~" Nancy’s eyes curved into crescent moons, her voice dripping with sweet gratitude. "This is far too much!"

Barry adjusted his cufflinks with a stoic expression. "Don't flatter yourself."

"Jorgan’s finger slipped when he was ordering; he added an extra zero to the count."

Beside them, Jorgan looked utterly baffled for a split second before nodding in silent agreement.

Nancy nearly choked on her soup. A slip of the finger? Really? How does an extra zero translate into a feast for dozens of people?!

"If you keep dazing off, the soup will get cold," Barry said, giving her a cool, aloof glance.

Nancy immediately shifted into "serious eating mode." Her manners were refined, but her speed was incredibly fast.

Barry’s brow furrowed slightly. "Why the rush? No one is going to snatch it from you."

Nancy slowed down at his words. She gave a small, sheepish smile. "Sorry. It's an old habit from when I was a kid. I can't seem to shake it."

Barry’s hand froze for a moment. He suddenly recalled the files Jorgan had delivered—the Summers family had a rule that Nancy was only allowed ten minutes for every meal.

His Adam's apple moved slightly as he turned his gaze toward the window, intentionally keeping his voice cold. "...If you choke to death, there will be no one left to treat Star."

"You’d better stay alive," he added, his long fingers loosening his tie. "After all, you are now fully responsible for Star’s well-being."

"Woof!" Star immediately perked up his ears, raising his front paws and nodding vigorously in agreement, his tail thumping loudly against the floor.

Nancy blinked in surprise, her long lashes fluttering. "Oh? I thought you said you wouldn't collaborate with me?"

Barry let out a cold snort and glanced at Jorgan. "I'm being blackmailed by a dog. Is that reason enough?"

Jorgan took the cue instantly, respectfully handing over a prepared contract and a fountain pen, a knowing smile dancing behind his spectacles. "Please, have a look."

Nancy opened the contract and began to scan the pages. The "bully" clauses Barry had mentioned before—like being on call twenty-four hours a day—were gone. In their place were some very strange new terms.

Party A: Barry Party B: Nancy

Nancy stared at the paper, her expression one of pure disbelief. "A ten-thousand-dollar deduction from my bonus for every pound Party B loses?!"

"Isn't this about treating Star?" she asked, completely bewildered. "Why am I being fined for losing weight?"

Jorgan stepped in to explain. "Ms. Nancy, your health status is directly linked to Star’s health status."