The lights were turned on, illuminating the hall. There was no one.


    Hold up... She was sure she hadn''t imagined it.


    Lost in thought, Serena called for the maids and had them turn on every light in the house.


    Just as she was about to continue her search, a faint rustling came from behind the cab.


    "Ms. Jansen, watch out!"


    The two maids quickly stepped in front of Serena and shielded her.


    Then, a tiny head popped out from behind the cab.


    It was a calico cat.


    Its round eyes blinked curiously as it let out a soft, high-pitched meow.


    "Oh dear, did the gardener forget to close the door after tending to the garden this afternoon? A stray kitten must have wandered in."


    "Don''t worry, Ms. Serena. We''ll get rid of it right away."


    Two two maids exhaled in relief, already moving to catch the kitten.


    Though the kitten was a stray, it seemed surprisingly tame. Even as the maid


    lifted it by the scruff, it only let out a soft mewl, making no attempt to scratch or struggle.


    Serena let out a quiet breath.


    It was just a cat, huh?


    Wide-eyed and pitiful, the kitten kicked its little legs in the air and meowed. A momentter, its stomach let out a loud, hungry rumble.


    The kitten was hungry.


    After thinking for a moment, Serena said, "Give it something to eat first. We can let it go after."


    "Okay."


    The maids nodded and carried the kitten downstairs to find some food for it.


    Meanwhile, Serena took onest walk around the vi, making sure there was nothing else out of ce before heading downstairs with the porcin in hand.


    A shadow flickered across the second floor before vanishing in an instant.


    Downstairs, Serena took a sip of water and sent Wynne her location before preparing to leave with the porcin.


    The kitten, its mouth still covered in a frothy trace of milk, rubbed against her leg.


    Serena paused.


    How cute!


    She smiled, but then a memory surfaced. When she was with Zach, she had once wanted a pet. However, Zach had always refused, saying that he was too busy.


    At first, he imed they were struggling in the early days of his startup, barely making ends meet. There was no time, no space, and no energy for a pet. Then, when thepany took off, it was the pressure of expansion,te nights, and business trips.


    Later, when he returned to the Foster Group, his priority became stepping into his role as the heir. His focus had to be on thepany and the future.


    There was always something more important.


    Looking back now, he had plenty of time to take Wendy to concert after concert. He could spend weeks on business trips in Javerton without bothering toe home.


    But he never had time to raise a kitten or a puppy with her.


    The thought stayed with her for a moment.


    Then, she bent down to pick the kitten up.


    "Let''s go. I''m taking you home."


    She no longer needed Zach''s permission. She would raise a kitten just as she wanted.


    The little kitten nestled in her arms and let out a soft meow, as if content with its new home.


    Serena headed straight for Wynne''sb with the calico kitten.


    The old gatekeeper was a cat lover. He dly agreed to watch over the kitten for a while.


    Wynne was already waiting for her at the entrance. Instead of asking about the porcin first, she pulled Serena into a big hug, then pointed at the Cullinan parked behind her.


    "Seriously? Did you pull up to the museum in a Cullinan just to flex?"


    "Who am I even flexing on? You''re the only one working overtime thiste at night." Serena shot her a look and gave her a yful punch.


    Wynne clutched her shoulder like she had been gravely wounded.


    "You drove your Cullinan here, and you expect me to believe you''re not here to flex? I can''t believe this. I don''t even know your husband, and you''re a richdy driving a Cullinan without letting me know."


    Serena felt resigned as she exined, "It''s not like that... I just got married, and it''s a business alliance. My husband is an ally, and this is the car he has prepared for me."


    Wynne cupped her face as she asked curiously, "Who exactly is this husband of yours? Using a Cullinan as a daily ride... I bet he''s a rich guy."


    Serena was just about to exin when her phone screen lit up.


    The name "Hugh Larson" appeared on the screen.


    When Wynne identally saw the name, she eximed, "Holy crap! Mr. Larson?"