Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 300

The afternoon sky was a canvas of vibrant hues, with the sunset painting the glass facades of skyscrapers in brilliant strokes.

Caleb trailed behind Curtis as they exited the conference room and walked past the Human Resources office, where a few female employees were huddled around something, their whispers and giggles filling the air.

Curtis, ever so detached, glanced over, his steps suddenly veering towards the commotion.

The women, engrossed in their little circle, didn’t notice the approaching figures until Curtis’ shadow loomed over them.

He looked down to follow the line of their attention and spotted a tiny kitten, barely the size of a hot dog, hiding under the desk and scarfing down a piece of meat with desperate hunger.

“Since when did we start hiring cats?” Curtis’ calm and out-of-nowhere comment surprised the crew, making them all jump up as the kitty bolted for a corner.

“Mr. Richardson!” They exclaimed in unison, a mix of surprise and slight fear in their voices.

“Is this your doing?” Curtis’ expression was unreadable, sending shivers down their spines.

ours, sir. It must’ve followed someone

Curtis raised an eyebrow. “Smarter than some of the employees.”

it out of here. Mr. Richardson is allergic to cats. We can’t have this happening

work? I’ve been feeding it for days, planning to adopt it. It always eluded me, but now that it’s here. I’ll make

for the sake of the kitten,

handkerchief from Caleb and covering his nose.

fur tucked away in fear,

a harsh rebuke, but Curtis, in a

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of leniency, said, “Don’t let

her day when she received a message from Caleb. Amy, having barely touched her lunch due to an urgent call from Ruben, was famished

busy there, and we’ll have to

this for now. It’ll take us half