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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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the parrot perched on

to endure

“Well then, let’s get going! We should take 1 you for a bath first!

last time Bellflower came back, it was Grandma who took it

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

to set up a doghouse at the front door and provide food for it every day.

her innocent naivety, Lilly thought that, 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

with Lilly and

for the other dog that had been killed…. Blake reached into the trunk and retrieved a

the dog inside.

was truly speechless, discovering that Blake had a body bag in the trunk. Who carries a body bag around like that? What

the other side.

who had just finished filming returned to his residence-a spacious four-bedroom apartment that appeared more like

assistant, was preparing to leave with a young and beautiful woman. Upon seeing the man’s return, he exclaimed, “Oh, the boss is

first thing the man did was wash his hands, remarking, “I

wet wipes in the car, but he still felt dirty. Only

guys heading?” he asked.

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

of the

to edit

No wonder you’re the

fantastic.”

nodded in

enthusiasm.

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this place was a studio.

living room, each responsible for managing 50 to 100 accounts. These accounts revolved

reposted funny videos created by others, while others salvaged imperfect yet. valuable videos by editing them and posting them online.

considered a success. The boss himself had an account with over 500,000 followers, making

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

doing so, she would earn

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

and a woman held down wolf-like dog,

dog, a stray, was emaciated and

despair, before struggling and staggering away, its

beautiful woman furrowed her brow and asked, “You didn’t

just need to pretend that you stumbled upon it

out a disdainful snort and reluctantly nodded.

filthy, and if it weren’t for the sake of authenticity, she wouldn’t have wanted to touch

knew she had to give her

had searched for a suitable stray dog but couldn’t find one