18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 109

Indeed, Max had always been the girl's pet. From a young age, the dog proved extraordinarily clever. When the girl was once threatened by a mugger during a nightly jog, it was Max who fearlessly fought the thug off, sustaining a serious knife wound in the process. Then there was the time this girl dated Hector. If Hector hadn't been allergic to dog fur and if Max hadn't shown such hostility towards him - even biting him once - they might have remained a couple.

But Hector was decisive. It was either him or the dog. She had no choice but to sell Max to a butcher shop, using the $800 she received to buy a shirt as an apology gift for Hector.

She regretted her decision immensely, often crying in secret. She even buried some of Max's toys in the park as a makeshift grave. Little did she know that Max was still alive and had found a new owner.

The girl was heartbroken, but she wasn't foolish enough to admit the truth in front of Officer Evan. Despite everything, Max was hers!

Stella didn't understand why the girl sold Cooper to the butcher shop, but she was sure it wouldn't be the last time if the dog was in her hands.

"Your dog? How are you going to take care of him?" Stella's eyes were icy cold. "I can see your intentions clear as day. You and your accomplices are all the same."

If Officer Evan hadn't been present, Stella wouldn't have bothered arguing with her. She would've taken her knife and ended the girl on the spot.

The girl was furious when Stella exposed her, her voice rising to a shrill pitch. "That's my business, not yours. Give me my dog back."

"Hold on," Officer Evan interjected. "Since neither of you can provide definitive proof of ownership, let's let the dog decide. Whoever he chooses to go to is his rightful owner."

The group was confident, and whatever was on the menu for the people living on the 18th floor, Cooper would eat the same. He was never treated differently, and he even got the most substantial share, not just in terms of meat but bones as well. Stella had to abide by Officer Evan's decision. What was meant to be hers couldn't be taken away by anyone else. If it wasn't meant to be, it would be useless to keep it.

Despite her reluctance, Stella knew that a forced relationship wouldn't be a good one. She was confident that Cooper, who risked his life to save her in his past life, wouldn't become a disloyal dog for his unworthy previous owner. So she let go of the leash.

play fair. She crouched down and reached out her hands to Cooper, calling out with affection, "Max, come to

moved forward a couple of steps, then stopped and turned to look

took a deep breath, cursing the

was agitated, tugging at her brother

we

of emotion, almost on the verge of tears. Seeing Cooper slowly walking towards her,

not a lively dog, but a pot of succulent dog

walked away step by step, without looking back, even starting to run towards the

life in her previous life. If he wanted to go back to his previous owner, fine, but it shouldn't

hand, signaling her to calm down. Seeing Officer Evan's gaze sweep over her, Stella took a

the girl started to

off guard, the girl fell

hind leg and marked her face. She screamed as the pee splashed over her head and face,

by Cooper's

sprinted towards Stella, who reached out and comfortably caught the whimpering dog. Cooper clung to Stella's neck, not giving the other girl another look: he had

left stunned. Her friends were disgusted by her smell and moved away, none of them

urine off her face, feeling both angry and humiliated. She wished she could

her gaze was filled with resentment, devoid of any affection from a

Cooper back, but Evan spoke up. "Enough. The dog belongs to this lady here. If you continue to make

then spoke up, her voice cold. "If anyone dares to touch him again, I'll kill them." Her words were filled with

defiant, looking at Officer Evan for justice. The dog was hers. She had the right to dispose