Humans Serve Cats

[Damn it! She's obviously a scheming wretch. She's trying to seduce the male lead while the female lead is away. She's so eager to be the mistress, and she even called him Sir? Just go to hell already.]

[Did you forget? There's no way the male lead would fall for such low-level tricks. He only cares about his precious niece. The male lead and the female lead's fathers were best friends. They're not blood-related. Those two are destined to marry each other!]

[Hey, don't forget that the male lead also loves cats. Haha! He's an ailurophile.]

During my freshman year, the most powerful man in Gavendal's elite circle said he wanted to sponsor me.

I was just about to reach out when several lines of text suddenly flashed before my eyes.

[The cannon fodder female supporting character really thinks she's met her savior. Little does she know, the male lead only considered sponsoring a female student because he was upset with his niece. She's pretty and an orphan. Convenient choice, that's all.]

[This supporting character will soon be kicked out by the male lead. The female lead personally went to the pet shop to pick out the cat her uncle likes best!]

[A large part of why the male lead likes the female lead is because of her cat-like features. Who would've guessed that the calm and composed man is actually an ailurophile?]

"Sign the contract if you're willing."

The man's cool, slightly deep voice pulled me out of the dense barrage of floating comments.

I lowered my head. My eyes locked onto the words '440 grand per year' on the contract.

'440 grand.'

I pressed down on my hairline. My two fluffy ears were about to pop out from sheer excitement. My eyes sparkled as I nodded frantically.

"Yes! I'm willing!"

My cat ears were getting numb and itchy. They were desperate to spring free.

I forced them down. I couldn't scare away this rich benefactor.

After regaining control of my body's instincts, I picked up the pen and signed the contract without hesitation.

"Is there anything else I need to do?"

The comments said Ian Hendrick was doing this to make his niece jealous.

How exactly was I supposed to maximize my usefulness?

Ian's gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses was distant.

His gaze swept critically across my mottled, green-stained walls before landing on my washed-out T-shirt.

Finally, his gaze settled on my face before he spoke.

"Go change into something decent. Move into the Hendrick family's villa tomorrow."

Tomorrow?

The comments said I wouldn't even last until tomorrow. The moment the male and female leads reconciled, I'd be thrown out immediately.

I could forget about the 440 grand. I wouldn't even be able to afford next month's dried fish snacks.

I nodded obediently and followed the secretary. My mind was racing.

The black Porsche's engine started and was ready to pull away.

'No! I have to do this for the sake of my dried fish snacks!'

Clenching my jaw, I shook off the secretary. Just before the car merged into traffic, I yanked open the door and dove inside.

The confined space instantly felt even more stuffed with my sudden intrusion. The air itself seemed to freeze.

I met Ian's icy gaze.

My heart pounded, but my hands clutched my shirt tightly. I blinked rapidly and forced a faint shimmer of tears into my eyes.

Lowering my voice, I spoke in what I believed was the most delicate tone imaginable.

"I heard there might be thunder tonight. I get scared when I'm alone. Sir, could I possibly go back with you tonight?"