Chapter 803: Chapter 805

Chapter 805 “Meow!”

Stella didn‘t know where she found the courage to do it, but in that desperate moment, it was all that she could think of.

“Meow!” she cried again.

The sound of a cat‘s lazy meow filled the office. Everyone looked around and at each other in total confusion. Even Weston, who was always so stoic, seemed to have a curious look o n his face as if trying to suppress a certain emotion. The hand on the desk was also twitching.

Finally, it was a German businessman who broke the silence with his laugh.

“Is that your cat, Mr. Ford? Sounds just like my own little Persian! She always cries out in a soft voice, j ust like that! Everyone adores her!”

“You have a cat too?” Weston asked in impeccable German. “My little one here isn‘t a Persian, though.”

“What breed is your cat then?” the businessman responded with interest.

“She‘s just a little mongrel,” Weston replied, his eyes darting toward Stella, whose face was twisted with anger. Th e sight, however, only made him smile.

“Is that so?” the businessman continued. He seemed excited to find another cat person. “Well, breeds don‘

t matter anyway! All cats are adorable, aren‘t they? Yours must be very clingy since you brought it here with you in the office!”

“Yes,” Weston laughed. “She‘s very clingy indeed!”

He reached down and stroked Stella‘s chin as if he was really playing with a cat.

Stella glared at him with fiery eyes, yet she didn‘t dare to make a peep of sound. She couldn‘t imagine how humiliating it would be if she were discovered now.

Suddenly , the German businessman stretched his neck and tried to look under the desk with much interest.

“Why is it so quiet all of a sudden?” he asked. “I wonder if I could have the honor to have a look at your beloved cat?»

Weston withdrew his hand from Stella , looked straight into the businessman‘s blue eyes, and replied, “I’m sorry, but my cat i s very shy. She doesn‘t like strangers at all.”

The businessman was a little startled, but after a pause, he quietly nodded and smiled. “I understand,” he said. “Cats are like that, aren‘t they? They‘re usually so affectionate and clingy, but then they get shy and timid when guests are around, though they often act as if they own the house!”

“There‘s an old English saying, ” Weston interjected.” I‘m not sure if you‘re familiar with it. It goes like this...”

His eyes shifted towards Stella and with eyebrows cheekily raised, he continued, “Every cock will crow

upon his own dunghill.”

The German businessman burst into laughter.

“What an interesting saying!” he exclaimed. “I will remember that!”

The two of them continued to chat in fluent German. Of course, everyone else couldn‘t really understand Shortly afterward, Weston deftly turned the topic back to business, and the cat was never mentioned ag The meeting was over, but Daisy was still staring at the area under the desk with a head full of doubt. Sh squinted at it in silence until her eyes suddenly met with Weston‘s.

“Excuse me,” she blurted in panic. “I‘ll go compile all the necessary documents...”

“Okay.” Weston tossed his pen on his desk and gestured, “You can go now.”

Daisy pursed her lips and turned around. She exited, closed the door behind her, and returned to her office.

The second she left, Weston reached down and pulled the woman who was still playing with his pants up onto his lap. “Stop playing with my pants...” he murmured as he nuzzled against her neck, his hot breath blowing in her ear instead...”