When Patricia saw Nikola, she sniffed deliberately and felt that he smelled better and no longer carried
the smell of feces, so she smiled slightly. âYoung Master Ortega, what a coincidence! I work here. Bobo
is so adorable!â
It turned out that the doctorâs pet also had to go to the veterinary hospital. She put Bobo in a small
cage and then took out a purebred male Persian cat. âYoung Master Ortega, look. This is our Persian
with British royal blood!â
Nikola glanced at it. The coat color was excellent, so he thought the cat was satisfactory. âOkay, hurry
up! When itâs over, Iâll take Bobo for a beauty treatment.â
Patricia felt that these rich people would never think about donating to the rural areas or the poor.
Theyâd rather spend on getting pets instead.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that the world was so unfair. The rich would die rich,
while the poor would die poor, especially single mothers like her and Darcie had extremely difficult
lives.
Patricia put the male cat in the small cage and then sat aside, waiting for them to start.
But the two cats slept on each side without even opening their eyes. Could it be that they are not
interested in each other?
She turned her head and glanced at the handsome man sitting on the sofa, drinking coffee. He was
dressed casually today in a white sports suit and a gray vest.
It seemed that he didnât have to go to the hospital today, but if these two cats had been treating each
other indifferently like this, he would surely be exasperated in time too.
After all, today was Patriciaâs first day at work, so she couldnât afford to take complaints. She had to
work harder to perform well for that salary of hers.
So, she took the phone and asked Molly. âMs. Walker, there is a cat for me to breed, but I put them
together, and they didnât respond at all.â
She had never raised a cat before, so she really didnât know anything about cats or bothered to learn
about felines.
Ms. Walker quickly sent her a text. âThere are aphrodisiac injections in the cabinet. You can give one to
the male cat, and it will be all over the female cat soon.â
Patricia frowned. Do I still need to give an injection? She was a little nervous.
Molly texted again. âDonât be afraid. Just press on the cat and inject the medication into it.â
Patricia glanced at the cabinets, which were all labeled. She took a new syringe, collected the
aphrodisiac, and then carried it on a small plate to the cozy cage.
She grabbed the male cat, which opened his eyes to look at her, then closed his eyes again.
Itâs really lazy! But maybe itâs too tired, so it doesnât have the energy to mate.
She put the cat on the table and stroked his head.
âHamlet, hold on. Iâll stick it in lightly.â
When she picked up the syringe, Hamlet jumped off the table and walked toward the door. Patricia
frowned. This cat is lazy, but itâs not stupid at all. It knows what Iâm going to do.
So, she put down the syringe and chased after it. Next, she bent over and picked it up. All of her
actions were photographed by Nikola on the side and sent to Isaac.
âIse, look at what your woman is doing. Sheâs breeding my Bobo, hahahaâ¦â
Patricia glanced at Nikola. âYoung Master Ortega, can I ask you to help me?â
Nikola had been waiting for Isaacâs reply but felt bored when the latter didnât reply. So, he got up lazily.
âSure, this is what I do.â
However, Patricia also wanted to try doing it herself, so she didnât want him to take over.
âYoung Master Ortega, you can just hold the cat for me. Iâll do it myself.â
She would have to be proficient at it in the future, so she had to try it today. If it was difficult, she would
learn it.
Nikola stretched out his big hands and held the cat, while Patricia quickly picked up the syringe on the
side and injected it near the catâs butt. She thought it was simple before, but now she felt a little scared,
so she closed her eyes and plunged the syringe without actually looking at the cat.
At that instant, Nikola exclaimed, âHey, why did you stab me?â
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