Animal Whisperer: Take Back My Life and Love Chapter 92: The Truth Behind The "Spark"

"Investors, please remain calm! Next, we have an exciting animal performance scheduled just for you!"

"You'll also get the chance to have some close-contact interaction with our adorable residents!"

Ginnie’s assistant immediately brought out a platinum fox. Its fur was as fluffy as a cloud, and it obediently stood on its hind legs to "beg" for treats in front of the camera, drawing a chorus of "How cute!" from the guests.

The fox’s charm successfully hooked the audience back in, and the plummeting viewership finally began to stabilize.

Lars sent a message to Nancy: "Ms. Nancy, the show is starting. Waiting for your signal!"

He was practically vibrating with excitement, dying to see the mass animal jailbreak.

Outside the Newgen Industries Building, Nancy received the signal and prepared to deploy Master Crow. However, she suddenly spotted a familiar figure—it was Jack!

Nancy’s heart skipped a beat. She immediately ducked back into her hiding spot as she watched Jack enter the building's elevator.

She had researched Jack’s schedule; today, he was supposed to have a major lecture and two specialized classes. Jack was a man who took his academic duties seriously; he had never missed a class for personal reasons. Yet here he was, throwing away his entire schedule just to support Ginnie’s event.

Nancy tapped the little crow’s head and lowered her voice. "Master Crow, Jack is here!"

"Tell your 'underworld' boys to stay sharp. That man is incredibly skilled—don't let him catch you..." She paused, adding with a trace of worry, "And you be careful, too."

Master Crow let out a raspy caw of laughter. "You've underestimated me, woman. Don't worry, no one can touch him! I'll make sure of it!"

With a graceful flap of his wings, the crow soared away.

Nancy watched Ginnie’s livestream with bated breaths. On screen, the alpacas, lop-eared rabbits, and capybaras were being led out in a line for the performance.

Ginnie stroked a small alpaca. The creature seemed unusually energetic today. Nancy narrowed her eyes. Hadn't that alpaca been suffering from a chronic illness? A condition that severe doesn't just disappear overnight.

Nancy noticed the alpaca’s dilated pupils and abnormal sweating, which the keepers were frantically wiping away. She immediately guessed the truth: Ginnie had drugged it. Likely a shot of Dexamethasone—a steroid that suppresses inflammation quickly. It treated the symptoms but not the cause, and long-term use would wreck the animal's immune system.

Ginnie was clearly juicing the poor creature just to keep it "working."

Nancy quickly fired off a few messages to Lars.

In the livestream, Ginnie smiled sweetly at the audience. "Next is our interaction segment. Which of our guests would like to get up close and personal with our little alpaca?"

"Me! Pick me!" Lars shouted, lunging onto the stage so abruptly he nearly knocked over the camera.

Ginnie gave a helpless sigh and handed him some fodder, thinking he was just being his usual over-the-top self.

However, the moment Lars got close, his expression shifted. He reached out and pried open the alpaca’s lips.

"Everyone, look at this!" He shouted, using the technical terms Nancy had just sent him. "Look at the ulcers on the oral mucosa and the purplish-blue gums. These are classic symptoms of chronic fluorine poisoning!"

As Lars moved, white foam began to leak from the alpaca’s mouth. He caught it with his sleeve, thrusting it toward the camera. "See this? Abnormal salivation caused by poisoning!"

Ginnie’s face drained of color. How did this D-list pop singer suddenly become an expert in veterinary medicine?

"It's not sick! It's just excited today!" she snapped. "You aren't a vet, so stop talking nonsense. Look how much energy it has."

Lars let out a cold laugh. He roughly parted the thick fur on the alpaca’s neck, revealing a fresh, red needle mark.

"Energy?"

He pressed his fingers against the skin, finding the hard lumps Nancy had warned him about. "There are nodules all over its neck! This animal has been injected at least twenty times!"

"The dilated pupils are a textbook side effect of Dexamethasone!"

Ginnie’s expression turned icy. "As far as I know, you have no professional training. Are you here as a plant for a competitor just to sabotage me?"

The cockatiel had been locked away after the wig incident, but an African Grey parrot was still on standby. Suddenly, it spoke up, its voice clear and jarring.

"Got a shot!"

"Alpaca spitting foam!"

"She doesn't care!"

African Greys are world-renowned for their mimicry; a clever one can have a vocabulary of hundreds of words. The room fell into a deathly silence at the bird's sudden "testimony."

Lars smirked. "Even the animals can't stand it anymore. Do animals lie?"

He slammed his hand on the table and stood up. "Sabotage? I’m an investor! I have every right to know if my money is going to a heartless, shady operation!"

He stepped toward Ginnie, looming over her. "Are you going to wait until we’ve lost every cent before you admit you’re a fraud?"