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Anneliese had to coax and tug with all her strength just to drag that troublemaker outside. But before she could even breathe a sigh of relief, Meatloaf squatted down again, tail stuck in the air.
No matter how hard she pulled at the leash, it refused to budge, tilting its head back and letting out long, mournful howls toward the sky.
“Miss, is this your dog?” An old man out for a walk stopped to watch and chuckled at the scene.
Anneliese stared at him, speechless. With no other choice, she crouched down beside Meatloaf and looked up at the sky too. She had to see what on earth could make this dog so sorrowful. Then she realized Meatloaf’s gaze was fixed on the very top floor–Jonathan’s apartment.
Mystery solved!
“You’ve got to be kidding me. Is Jonathan some kind of male siren? How did even you fall for him? Meatloaf, I’m your owner! Are you rebelling against me now? This is mutiny! Come on, get up! No? Fine–if you don’t move, we’re going home!”
But even that didn’t work. Meatloaf refused to budge, as if determined to turn into a statue right there at the foot of the building.
“Meatloaf, be good. Jonathan’s busy! And he’s not your owner, so he’s not responsible for walking you. I can’t trouble him toe downstairs with me every day. Are you really not going back? Fine, then stay here by yourself! I’m leaving! Really!”
Anneliese dropped the leash and walked inside the apartment building, but Meatloaf didn’t so much as twitch. Fuming, she stomped back out, crouched in front of it, and snapped, “Hey! I’m not spoiling you! Look at me and figure out who your owner really is!”
She grabbed its head with both hands and tried to turn it toward her. However, Meatloaf twisted stubbornly, eyes still locked on the rooftop. She turned again, and it turned back.
The standoff between the woman and the dogsted twenty minutes before Anneliese finally broke. Tossing the leash aside, she slumped onto the edge of a flowerbed. The cold wind whipped around her, leaving her even more depressed than the dog.
Upstairs in his study, Jonathan was in the middle of an overseas video conference.
Before returning home to take over Aerolux Airways, he had founded his own techpany
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in Age, and it had grown quite well. Lately, his time had been consumed by AeroAir, so he could only handle his otherpany’s affairs in short intervals.
Fortunately, thepany was already on track. The professional managers he had hired were outstanding, and the business ran smoothly without much effort from him.
At that moment, the marketing director–a woman in her forties–was proudly reportingst quarter’s growth in user share. Jonathan, the young CEO, listened intently, then suddenly tilted his head.
“One moment.” He raised his hand for a pause and stepped out of frame.
The people on the other side exchanged looks. Their boss wasn’t the type to get distracted in the middle of a meeting. When he worked, his focus was frightening. He had never once interrupted a conference halfway, so everyone was naturally curious about what emergency hade up.
But there was no emergency. Jonathan had simply heard a faint dog’s bark.
He walked out onto the balcony and looked down. Under the dim glow of the streetlights, he spotted two tiny silhouettes squatting below–one human, one dog.
Returning to theputer, he spoke in his smooth Androsian ent. “Thank you for your hard work. The results are clear, especially the breakthrough from the tech team in local innovation. Very good.
“But challenges remain. The tech department’s next priority will be deep system development. Please ensure cross–department resources are aligned. That will be all for today.”
He wrapped up the meeting quickly and shut theptop.
Five minutester, Meatloaf suddenly barked and darted forward. Anneliese was still slumped on the flowerbed, toozy to lift her head.
<i>Traitor</i>. <i>I’m </i><i>done </i>with <i>you</i>.
Then a pair of white sneakers appeared before her eyes.
Anneliese looked up and was stunned to see Jonathan in a ck–and–white tracksuit, casually holding Meatloaf’s leash. His features were clear and rxed, effortlessly striking.
Yes, the man was handsome–extremely so. But to Anneliese in that moment, the sight of him. was nothing but irritating.
<i>That </i><i>clear</i><i>, </i><i>noble </i><i>look </i><i>of </i><i>his</i><i>… </i><i>he’s </i><i>really </i><i>just </i><i>a </i><i>dog </i><i>thief</i><i>, </i><i>isn’t </i><i>he</i><i>? </i>
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“You’re wired me a million like it was nothing, yet here you are now squatting on the street like a street performer.” Jonathan arched a brow, his mellow voice drifting easily on the night air.
Anneliese ground her teeth. Her resentment deepened, and she snapped back—
Chapter 157 Sugar–Coated Trouble