Super CEO Daddy

At the sight of Kevin, Gwendolyn deliberately made a show of sniffing him. He no longer smelled like shit, and she only caught a whiff of his mild fragrance.

With a faint smile, she replied, “What a coincidence, Mr. Chavez! I work here. Your Biscuit is so pretty!”

Little did she know that a doctor's pet had to go to a veterinary hospital too. After putting Biscuit in a small cage, she took out a purebred male Panderan cat from it.

“Look, Mr. Chavez. This is a Panderan cat that comes from a royal bloodline in Ustrana.”

At a glance, Kevin was satisfied with the pure fur color.

“Okay, hurry up then. I'm taking it for a beauty treatment after this.”

These wealthy people would rather spend all their money on their pets than donate it to the poor. The world is so unfair, especially for single mothers like me and Lucy. We have it so hard! It's difficult for us to even get by, let alone have all this extra money to splurge.

Gwendolyn put the male cat in the cozy little cage full of red temptations before sitting aside, waiting for them to start.

However, the two cats lay on each side of the cage without even opening their eyes. Seeing that, Gwendolyn wondered if they were not interested in each other.

She turned her head and glanced at the handsome man sitting on the couch drinking coffee. He was dressed casually in white sportswear and a gray down jacket. From his attire, he appeared to not be going to the hospital today.

he would still grow antsy if the two cats continued to keep a distance from

at work. Hence,

well. With such a high salary, she would

she fished out her phone to send a text message: Maddy, I'm trying to breed a pair of cats, but they

pets or learned anything about them before, so she had

aphrodisiacs in the cabinet. You can inject it into

message. Do I have to do the injection?

text message from Maddy came in. Don't be

labeled. She took a new syringe, collected a

male cat, it opened its eyes to

that this male cat is too lazy, or could it be too tired, and

cat on the table and stroked its head. “Hold on, Purr! I'll

the syringe, Purr jumped off the table and walked toward the

lazy, but it was not foolish, as it seemed to have guessed what she was going

had to put down the

it up. Kevin, who was on the side, filmed all her movements and sent