The Fake Heiress and Her Purrfect Partner novel Chapter 110

**Dreams Rise Again by Braxton**

**Chapter 110**

In the vibrant heart of Doha, the capital of Qatar, the World Aquatics Championships was unfolding with all its grandeur. The time difference was significant, with Qatar sitting five hours behind Eastland, making it a perfect four o’clock in the afternoon there—the ideal moment for sports enthusiasts to gather around their screens.

This evening held monumental importance; it was a pivotal test to determine whether the National Swim Team’s rigorous “animal coach” boot camp had truly paid off. For Nina, it was also a golden opportunity to secure some substantial bonus money, a prospect that made her pulse quicken with excitement.

Nina clasped her fingers tightly together, a silent prayer that the team would clinch a few more medals this time. The mere thought of it sent a thrill through her, making her feel as if she could soar into the sky at that very moment.

Out on the lush grass of Forest Isle Zoo, an open-air screening area had been set up, complete with a colossal projector screen. With a convenient outdoor power source, all Nina needed to do was mirror the live stream from her phone.

Traditionally, this space served as a small theater showcasing films about reptiles, but tonight, Nina had something far more exhilarating in mind—she was transforming it into a vibrant live broadcast zone for the championship.

Nearby, Quentin and Shadow’s acclimation tents were pitched, their presence a familiar sight on the sprawling lawn. However, the field was expansive enough that Nina was confident the broadcast wouldn’t disrupt them in the slightest. In fact, she thought it would be delightful to invite Shadow to join her for the festivities.

Clad in her gloves, Nina ushered the snake coaches into two specially designed terrariums, channeling her inner preschool teacher as she declared, “Alright, everyone, we’re going to watch the game together. No squabbling, no brawling, capisce?”

These terrariums were her carefully crafted VIP lounge seats, adorned with rows of plush cushions, staggered partitions for privacy, and tastefully designed faux branches.

Everything was meticulously arranged so the snake squad could enjoy the match in whatever way suited them best—whether they wanted to curl up cozily or hang out nonchalantly from a branch.

“And if anyone misbehaves,” Nina adopted her sternest expression, “you’ll be sent straight back to the snake pit. That means no watching your trainees shine—and you might not even get to see them again!”

The usually formidable snake coaches now curled obediently on their cushions, their little heads raised and eyes glued to the screen, eager not to miss a single highlight featuring their star pupils.

Misty Fang, the striking white snake, writhed with excitement, her glossy body shimmering as she flicked her tongue. “Ms. Summer, are we really going to see a bunch of stunning foreign athletes later? I’m so ready for some serious eye candy!”

Nina found herself momentarily speechless, internally screaming, ‘I swear, I want to throw this boy-crazy snake out right now!’

As for Big Chomp, the undisputed leader of all the animal coaches, there was simply no way he could squeeze into the screening area with everyone else—his size was just too imposing.

So, Nina had arranged for him to have a personal little TV in his own space, ensuring he could lounge comfortably while catching all the championship action.

However, as Nina huffed and puffed, pushing the two terrariums on a cart toward the outdoor theater, she suddenly halted, her breath catching in her throat as her eyes landed on something extraordinary across the lawn.

Behind Quentin’s tent stood an astonishingly massive, ultra-luxurious RV, parked with an air of elegance—by far the most opulent one Nina had ever laid eyes on. It resembled a pure white mobile mansion, towering and proud against the night sky.

Nina had long fantasized about hitting the open road with her animal crew in an RV, often binge-watching those travel vlogs whenever she had a spare moment. Yet, as she gazed at the RV, that dream felt more distant than ever.

It was unmistakable—this was the pinnacle of luxury RVs, a vehicle that cost nearly ten million, exuding an aura that suggested it belonged to a billionaire.

Inside, it boasted a staggering 100-inch electric retractable projector screen and top-notch surround sound—like a private cinema on wheels. Even the restroom was lavishly designed, divided into wet and dry areas, complete with a massaging bathtub.

The kind of extravagance she had only ever seen on travel vlogs was now parked right before her. Honestly, it was clear—there was no way Quentin would endure the discomfort of a tent when he had access to such a rolling palace.

Nina’s gaze remained fixated on the glistening “mobile mansion.” In comparison to her own distant dream of an RV road trip, she felt a pang of jealousy so intense that her eyes nearly burned with envy.

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