The Fake Heiress and Her Purrfect Partner novel Chapter 112

**TITLE: Dreams Rise Again by Braxton**

**Chapter 112**

To Nina’s astonishment, Misty Fang, the notorious troublemaker, surprisingly withdrew her forked tongue and donned a serious expression that Nina had never encountered before. “Don’t worry, Ms. Summer!” she proclaimed, her tone unexpectedly earnest.

“Even though he’s the most attractive human I’ve ever laid eyes on, I promise I won’t flirt with him!”

Nina’s jaw dropped as she gaped at the suddenly well-mannered Misty Fang, her mind racing in disbelief.

‘Is the world about to end? Did that mischievous snake actually decide to turn over a new leaf?’ she pondered, her thoughts swirling with confusion.

But before she could fully grasp the situation, Misty Fang continued, her voice unwavering, “No matter how much of a perv I might be, I would never, ever hit on your husband!

“Sure, I have a weakness for hot guys, but I know where to draw the line!”

Now Nina was utterly speechless, her mind reeling from the unexpected change in Misty’s demeanor.

‘What on earth did those three snakes who kidnapped Quentin tell the rest of the crew when they got back to the reptile house?’ she mused, trying to piece together the bizarre shift.

Seven minutes later, Nina and Quentin finally managed to wrestle the two hefty water tanks into the luxury RV.

The furry creatures eagerly trailed behind them, their noses twitching and eyes wide with curiosity as they explored their new surroundings.

What had once been a spacious and luxurious RV now felt vibrant and slightly cramped, filled with the lively energy of these little spectators crowding in.

Nina and Quentin settled side by side on the plush leather sofa, each cradling a few furry companions in their arms.

The room was alive with excitement as Nina and the fluffballs fixated on the enormous screen, their eyes wide and unblinking, completely absorbed in the spectacle unfolding before them.

On the screen, the swimmers were lined up at the starting blocks, going through their last-minute routines, and the tension in the air was palpable, almost electric.

Shadow, their beloved pet, was cozily curled up on the carpet between them, his tail swishing contentedly as it thumped against the floor in rhythm with the excitement around him.

With so many animated little animals invading his personal space, Quentin suddenly felt the air grow thin, as if the atmosphere had shifted dramatically.

Then, a realization struck him like a bolt of lightning.

Didn’t he just step out of the car to confront Nina about something serious?

How had things spiraled into this chaotic yet cozy scene?

Quentin snorted, a mix of disbelief and irritation bubbling within him.

Turning his head, he caught sight of Nina, her eyes wide with awe, completely captivated by the muscular swimmers on the screen. A smile of pure excitement danced on her lips, and it made his frown deepen almost instinctively.

Without thinking, he reached out and gave her a gentle poke on the forehead, a huff escaping his lips even as he tried to mask his annoyance. “Hey, try not to drool.

“Be careful, or your eyeballs might just pop out!”

Nina swallowed hard, attempting to maintain her composure. “Who, me? Staring at those gorgeous guys? Never!

“It’s the first night of the finals! First up is Shane in the 1200-foot freestyle. This is a big deal! Let’s hope he crushes it right from the start!”

The opening event of the finals was indeed the 1200-foot freestyle, and Shane, the seasoned veteran, was ready to take the plunge.

Shane was not just the oldest member of the National Swim Team; he was also the very first athlete to receive specialized training from Coach Snake himself.

How he performed tonight could determine everything—his career, his legacy, and perhaps even the future of the team.

Nina was glued to the live stream, her heart racing, but she couldn’t resist sneaking glances at her phone, trying to keep up with the real-time comments that were flying by like shooting stars. Her eyes were practically working overtime, darting between the screen and her device.

Suddenly, she noticed the foreign swimmer in the lane to Shane’s right, who was throwing out little provocations. He fidgeted restlessly, turning his head and muttering things at Shane every now and then, trying to get under his skin.

But Shane remained focused, his gaze fixed straight ahead, expressionless and unperturbed, refusing to give the antagonist the satisfaction of a reaction, no matter how hard he tried to provoke him.

Just as Nina was trying to make sense of the situation, a quick glance at the rapid-fire comments on her phone illuminated everything.

The foreign swimmer who was taunting Shane was none other than Jack, the prime contender for the freestyle crown. He was a total superstar, boasting stats that had fans betting on him without a second thought.

Back when Jack was just a rookie, he had been utterly dominated by Shane.

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