Just as Queena finished speaking, she looked up and saw a massive, ck-and-tan dog standing half as tall as a person, its expression fierce, its mouth open, revealing a bright red tongue.


    "Ah!" Queena let out an involuntary shriek.


    "What is it?" George followed her gaze and saw Yvonne leading therge dog into the house.


    "Who gave you permission to bring a beast like that in here to scare your sister?" George roared, looking like he wanted to throw both Yvonne and the dog out.


    "If you''re so easily scared, you can move out. Stop screaming; you''re ruining my mood," Yvonne retorted dismissively. She turned to a nearby maid. "Jenny, I ordered a doghouse, a bowl, and some toys online. They should be delivered soon. Could you sign for them?"


    "Of course, Ms. Jones," Jenny replied.


    Yvonne took Bullet up to her room and gave him a tour. "Bullet, this is my home now. What do you think? Not too bad, right? The people are a bit annoying, but you can just ignore them."


    Bullet seemed to understand, panting happily and wagging his tail. He then trotted around the room with a dignified air, as if inspecting a friend''s new home.


    The dog supplies arrived shortly after. Yvonne spent the afternoon assembling the doghouse, cing it by the doors where the sunlight was best.


    Bullet immediately settled into his new home, wagging his tail and letting out a few happy barks of thanks.


    "You''re wee," Yvonne said with a smile, stroking hisrge head.


    Just then, there was a knock on the door. "Ms. Jones, dinner is ready. The master and mistress asked me to call you down," Jenny''s voice came from the hallway.


    "Got it," Yvonne called back. She turned to Bullet. "Grab your gear. It''s dinnertime."


    Yvonne walked into the dining room with Bullet trotting faithfully behind her, his dog bowl in his mouth.


    The entire Spencer family was already there.


    Jeffrey had just returned from a business trip abroad and had brought gifts for everyone, which wereid out on the table.


    There was a Transformer for


    Joseph, a watch for George, and et


    limited edition handbags for Teresa and Queena Yvonne''s gift box sat there, unopened.


    "Where did that huge doge from?" Teresa asked, looking at Bullet with a mixture of fear and distaste.


    "Mom, the dog my sister brought


    back is very aggressive. You should stay away from it. I''ve been seeing a lot of videos about rabid dog''s biting people. You can get rabies; it''s terrifying,” Queena said in a faux-trembling voice.


    "Doggy!" Joseph, however, seemed fascinated by the majestic animal and was


    about to reach out and touch it when Teresa pulled him back.


    Teresa''s eyes were full of caution; she had clearly taken Queena''s words to heart.


    Yvonne sneered, her gaze sweeping


    over Queena "Bullet is a trained


    police dog. If you don''t know what you''re talking about, shut your mouth And you''re right about one thing you should stay away from him. Bet''s dog is priceless. You couldn''t afford to rece a single hair on his head."


    As if on cue, Bullet dropped his bowl on the floor and lifted his head arrogantly.


    "This is Mr. Bet Thompson''s dog?" Teresa asked, stunned.