Chapter 1023
Helen pondered for a moment, then made her choice.
“Let’s go with the one named Evan! Of all the kids, only he got nabbed by kidnappers, which means he’s the easiest to handle. Clearly, the slowest sheep in the flock p>
“Right!” Her confidant immediately got on the phone to make arrangements.
Leaning back in her chair, Helen closed her eyes to relax, feeling a bit peckish. She reached out for a snack, expecting something crisp or perhaps a bit juicy.
But what she touched was unexpectedly squishy.
What on earth?
Opening her eyes, Helen was met with a pair of tiny eyes staring right back at her.
For a brief moment, time stood still. Then, Helen screamed in horror, leaping up from her chair, “Ah p>
A rat, the size of a dinner plate, had somehow made its way onto the fruit tray, scaring the daylights out of her!
The moment she jumped, the rat scurried up her body, squeaking madly.
Helen, disgusted and terrified, stumbled backward, shrieking, “Where did this rat come from? Someone get it p>
The maids, equally grossed out, scrambled around, hesitant to approach.
But the rat had its sights set on Helen, climbing up to her head as she screamed in pure terror.
She slapped at herself, trying to dislodge the rat, to no avail.
Suddenly, a large black cat leaped into the fray, swiping at the rat-
It missed, leaving a deep scratch across Helen’s face instead!
A long, painful mark stretched from her cheek to her neck.
Helen was in agony, but before she could react, the cat went at it again, leaving multiple scratch marks.
Caught in a chaotic dance between the cat and the rat, Helen was the unfortunate playground. The rat burrowed into her clothes, with the cat enthusiastically clawing at it through the fabric.
Failing to catch the rat, Helen ended up covered in scratches.
Her face was marred, her body scored with wounds.
Driven to the brink, Helen stumbled and fell into the lake with a splash, the rat and the cat tumbling in after her.
Cats detest water, and this one was no exception. It clung to Helen, its claws sinking deep into her flesh as if she were a lifeline.
Helen was in excruciating pain, crying out for help, “Get off me, you beast! Help, someone, please help p>
Unable to swim, she flailed in the water, screaming.
Suddenly, her eyes widened in pure terror, she shrieked hysterically, “Ah-Help! There’s something in the water… Help me p>
The maids, unable to see what was in the water, were now panicking, “Madam! Someone help, the madam has fallen into the water!” Before the bodyguards could react, Evan was there first, holding a litter box at the shore.
“Oh dear, how did you end up in the water? Don’t worry, I’ve got you p>
With that, Evan dumped the contents of the litter box-cat litter and cat feces directly onto Helen!
The maids on the shore couldn’t bear to watch, all starting to gag.
Anyone who’s had a cat knows how foul cat feces can smell.
While the maids were busy gagging, Evan quickly snapped a few photos, choosing the one he liked best to share online. He even crafted a caption:
“High Society Secrets: A certain wealthy lady adores eating cat feces, a peculiar taste shared by her family p>
After posting, he made sure to get in touch with Elijah,
“Elijah, I just put something up online. Can you help me spread it? Let’s make sure everyone in Oceanopolis gets a peek p>