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Chapter 417 Their Lives, Merely Currency in Their Eyes.

Polly tilted her head, peering through the spaceship window at the dog outside. Suddenly, she grabbed the zipper with her beak, pulled it open, and stood atop the pet carrier, fixated on the stray dog.

In her tiny little mind, she contemplated something unknown, her demeanor shifting from contemplation to excitement as she spun in circles on top of the carrier.

As Polly remained silent, Blake broke the silence, saying, “Let’s take them to a rescue center.”

They needed to find a reputable and responsible stray animal rescue center, a place where they could be assured of their safety.

These two dogs appeared to be strays, with dirty fur and emaciated bodies.

Through the layers of dirt, faint markings on their bodies revealed their mixed breed heritage a blend of Labrador Retrievers with some other breeds, resembling a bit of a mutt upon first glance.

Yet, the dog cautiously took a step back, its eyes filled with sadness and fear.

It wasn’t sure if these two humans before it was like the previous one, offering hope only to disappear.

Just like the numerous passersby who paused, their gazes lingering momentarily, before ultimately Heaving with indifference.

Though the dog didn’t comprehend the concept of “the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment,” the despair and darkness that came with being abandoned by its owner made it too meek to ask for more.

The dog bit onto its companion’s lifeless body, struggling to drag it towards the nearby bushes. However, it was too weak, unable to move it no matter how hard it bied.

Grace frowned and said, “Forget it, let’s take them with us.”

She turned her head, wearing an expression of disdain

Lilly noticed that Grace shared her thoughts and exclaimed cheerfully, “See? Gracie thinks just like me! We’re on the same wavelength!”

Grace responded with a roll of her eyes, her lips subtly witching into a small smile before quickly straightening, reverting to her cold and composed demeanor.

Lilly turned her head again and asked, “What do you think, Polly?”

“Mr. Tortoise, what about you?”

Mr. Tortoise remained silent, as expected. It had nothing to say. The more commotion there was outside, the more peaceful its days became.

Look at that annoying parrot pestering it since they left even using its back as a grindstone for its beak.

Suddenly, Polly flew onto the dog’s head, tapping its skill and shaking her head, “Hey! Call me Daddy!”

She had somehow learned Lilly’s “magic” and even minicked her voice perfectly.

The group exchanged bewildered looks.

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slightly, looking up at the parrot perched on its head, then shifting

had the appearance of someone willing to endure anything, allowing

let’s get going! We should take 1 you for a

Bellflower came back, it was

home first. If they didn’t enjoy staying with the Crawford

planned to set up a doghouse at the front

after all, it was an animal and perhaps it would prefer the wide open spaces. Forcing it to be adopted might not be the best

made, Blake drove off with Lilly

had been killed…. Blake reached into the trunk and retrieved a body

the dog inside.

the trunk. Who carries a body bag around like that? What was this guy

other side.

spacious four-bedroom apartment that appeared more like an

young and beautiful woman.

remarking, “I just touched a stray dog earlier. It

used wet wipes in the car, but he still felt

are you guys heading?” he

next to the assistant replied, “Boss, we’re going out to capture some

man handed his phone to one of the employees in the living room and said, “Go

make sure to edit this

exclaimed, No

fantastic.”

nodded in agreement before

enthusiasm.

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turned out, this place

responsible for managing 50 to 100 accounts. These accounts revolved around providing aid

created by others, while others salvaged

if 10 of them could gain over 50,000 followers, it would be considered a success. The boss himself had an account with

with over 300,000 followers. Her goal now was to surpass

so, she would earn additional

afternoon, around five o’clock, with a hint of sunset painting the sky in hues of

deserted alleyway, a man and a woman held down wolf-like

a stray, was emaciated and too weak to resist.

with despair, before

furrowed her brow and asked, “You didn’t poison it to death, did you?”

so… I’ll follow it and notify you when the poison takes effect. You just need to pretend that you stumbled upon it and rush it to the pet hospital

woman let out a disdainful snort

dog was filthy, and if it weren’t for the sake of authenticity,

boss’s video just now, she knew she had to give her all and work harder!

a suitable stray dog but couldn’t find one that satisfied their requirements. So they