Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 3195

As they spoke, a pure white Persian cat leaped gracefully from a third-floor window, stepping lightly on the second-floor railing before dropping flawlessly into the garden.

"What a gorgeous cat!" Maisie gasped in surprise. "Is it yours?"

Yvonne stared at Circe, letting out a cold scoff without answering.

Gonzalez had brought the cat home and treated it like a priceless treasure. It had a dedicated caretaker, and no one else was allowed to touch it.

Looking at the cat filled her with the exact same disgust she felt when looking at Gonzalez.

She didn't hate Gonzalez simply because he had returned to fight her for the Hanson family fortune. She hated him because of Estelle Macclain.

Anyone associated with Estelle immediately earned her absolute revulsion.

Maisie, however, was thoroughly enchanted by Circe. She used a treat to lure him over and scooped him into her arms.

Circe was still young and naive. Having been overly sheltered by Gonzalez, he had a very simple view of the world. Realizing he had been tricked for the first time, he grew instantly agitated, letting out anxious meows.

Maisie, who also owned a cat, knew exactly how to restrain him without getting scratched. No matter how hard Circe squirmed, he couldn't break free from her grasp.

"These brown eyes are so beautiful. And a pure white coat? That's quite rare!" The longer Maisie looked at Circe, the more she adored him.

A malicious idea sparked in Yvonne's eyes. She smiled faintly. "Since you like him so much, you can have him."

Maisie stared at Yvonne in shock. "I couldn't do that. How could I take something you love?"

Yvonne glared coldly at Circe. "I'm always away filming. I don't have the time to take care of him. I've been meaning to give him away for a while now. He'd be lucky to end up with you."

Maisie's face lit up with absolute delight. "Are you serious? You're really giving him to me?"

"I'm serious." Yvonne shot Circe a look of utter loathing. "You can take him with you when you leave."

Yvonne ordered a maid to find a pet carrier, shoved Circe inside, and handed him over to Maisie.

Looking at the cat locked in the carrier, Maisie smiled. "I have a shoot coming up that needs a cat for a prop. This one is perfect!"

"Do whatever you want with him," Yvonne said, waving a dismissive hand.

"Thanks, Yvonne. I'll get going now!"

As Maisie walked toward the exit with the carrier, Circe pressed his front paws against the cage bars, his eyes wide with sheer panic. He meowed incessantly, the sound taking on a heartbreaking, desolate tone.

The maid responsible for taking care of Circe rushed out and blocked Maisie's path. "Ms. Waters, this cat belongs to the Young Master. You can't take him!"

Yvonne's face darkened instantly.

"I don't care if it belongs to him. If it's in the Hanson house, I make the rules. Let me see who dares to stop her."