Since Renee Jennings didn't answer, the receptionist spoke up again. "Miss, how many cats are you looking to buy?"
Renee Jennings looked up at her, her gaze cold. "You can leave first. I need to think it over."
Meeting her gaze, the receptionist felt a sudden, inexplicable jolt of alarm.
"Oh, I see."
After speaking, she went to take the cat carrier away.
Renee Jennings placed a hand on the carrier to stop her, saying calmly, "Leave it here for now. Let my cat get familiar with this one."
"Alright then." The receptionist turned and left the break room.
Renee Jennings took out her phone, snapped a picture of Bella, and sent it to Cecilia on WeChat: [They're trying to sell Bella to me.]
Immediately after, she called Sawyer and asked if he was busy and if he could send someone over.
As soon as Sawyer received Renee Jennings's call, he was no longer busy. "Are you dealing with the cat that was held at the pet shop after you took it for a bath last night?"
