The Deserted Rich Beauty

Nicole was stunned and surprised as she squatted down to pick up the tiger.

"Hey little guy, it's you again?"

The little tiger rubbed against her shoulder and spoke in a cute voice, I’m not a little guy, I'm a big and mighty tiger! Roar!"

Nicole was amused and looked at Gerard.

"It actually remembers me?"

"It has a good memory: Gerard laughed and then whispered, "After all, it's not a real tiger...Shh...Don't let it hear what I said."

"I heard that! I don't like you anymore...Hmph!"

The tiger looked away and narrowed its eyes in anger.

Gerard touched his nose while the curly-haired man came over to them and said, "So you're the pretty lady he’s been going on and on about?"

The man had a big head of curly hair and wore blackframed glasses.

He looked like a stereotypical scientist and looked to be in his twenties.

"This little traitor came back and showed off to us saying that he saw a pretty lady.It always had very high standards when it comes to aesthetics, so we were curious.We were just talking about it when you came"

Nicole smiled in surprise.

She lowered her head to stroke the little tiger's head.

It squinted in enjoyment and said proudly, "She's pretty, right? Isn't she so beautiful?"

"You're called Little Traitor?"

little tiger grunted unhappily and looked away, refusing to answer

while

neophile and always changes its allegiance, so everyone calls it

it! What's

were talking, a small round-faced girl with big eyes came out from next door and glared

the tiger in Nicole's arms and reached out to

me carry

tiger shook its

held onto one of Nicole's arms

want Pretty Lady to carry me.." The girl's

her teeth and scolded

Everyone was

looked at

you design this tiger?" The

"Wow...You really are beautiful."

and replied, "Yeah, I designed

the industry and the leader of our collaborative project.Molly, this is

only looked to be in her early twenties, yet she

leave

the curly-haired man

at Molly with a

look

was naturally friendly with Nicole and went

years old.Ms.Nicole, are you