The Alpha's Pet Sitter

's my

here for my Ethan. However, Ethan was caged and abandoned next

pets. Now, this guy not only joins the annoying abandoner group but appears in

brace my right hand against the door

picked up an Ashera cat last week?" Mr. Bates asks

evidence from the breeding lab, and other relevant

ressed against the face of the cat she is holding. The cat has only one golden eye open, and his coat is speckled with b

have never heard of. It occurs to me that last night, I shooed Ethan, who was lying on my pillow, out of

Ethan is. The point is the name on t

eet away from me. I guess his name is just the same as Alpha

is is Mr. Ethan D Clapton, the CEO of Blue Moon Group." Mr. Ba

question twice." Mr. Clapton's voice is lowe

trail off. He sends a chill through me. My st

f his lips even picks upward a little. Mr. Bates, standing nex

I'm sorry. When I picked him up, the collar around his neck had the letters E.T.H o

ters on the cat's collar, but they pull apart again

my cat bac

for a formal job. Besides two part-time jobs at a cafe and a pet store, I have no official income s

ks, and stayed with him through life and death. Once I got a job, I

I thought he was. He is a rare breed cat valuing $150,000. Moreover, his original owner, or buyer, has foun

le guy in a few minutes makes me feel sick, like a cou

h Ethan's papers to Mr. Bates

espo

e's got a good ear." I shrug. "If you guys don't mind wa

f he wants me to stop yelling Ethan. But I am no

to find Ethan hiding in

he room, he jumps from the top of the close

I brush his soft and smooth back as his paws rest on my arm. His ears flatten as my finger

. He raises his head and stares at me with his pure, i

en unable to resist rushing out to tell his jer

's laughter reaches my e

earing his sunglasses. He is sitting on the faux-leather couch in the

st leave him in the backpack for a while to get used to the surroundings because he might have a stress reaction. Please wait

o check if Ethan is fine. I occasionally play this game of relay swing with

ches out and wants to hold the cat. He apologizes, "Sorry, Mr. Clapton doe

y eyebrows and immedi

him, asking me to do it again. I run my fingers ove

him next to a dumpster, and now you want him back? I won't give you the cat

o me. Her arm circles my shoulder

usiness. How much do

out of his pocket. The tip of the pen dances on the checkbook for a few second

me. Do the super billionaires always believ

right through my sanity and makes me forget th

r do you believe the cat is nothing more than a valued toy b

their lives with wealth? After living more than twenty years in this world, are you still naive

en though I only have him for eight days, I must be responsible for his safety

condescendingly, and the