The Fake Heiress and Her Purrfect Partner novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Jason stared at Nina, his expression a mixture of disbelief and amusement. “Look out for me? Seriously?” He buried his face in his hands, shaking his head. “That cat’s literally throwing ‘paw punches’ and schooling me like I’m a rookie!”

The chat exploded with relentless teasing, mercilessly roasting both Jason and Nina.

[Nina can’t even understand the cat. She’s just making stuff up now.]

[Protection? Like some kind of mob protection racket?]

[Where’s the logic? Stop acting all mysterious!]

Nina ignored the flood of comments and pressed forward. “Do you have a live-in housekeeper named Cecile?”

Jason blinked, clearly caught off guard. “How do you know that?”

She nodded toward the Calico Cat curled up on his lap. “Taro told me.”

Jason’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head. “Wait, you know my fur baby’s name?”

Nina shrugged casually. “Your cat introduced herself, literally. And I even know your name. You’re—”

“Jason Sinclair,” he cut in quickly.

Jason’s tone shifted, suddenly more serious but tinged with resignation. “Okay, okay, I believe you can talk to animals. Please, I surrender. Just don’t spill all my secrets.”

He hadn’t expected this at all. Joining the stream on a whim, after someone had shared Nina’s live video in their group chat, had seemed like a harmless joke at first. The phrase ‘animal communicator’ had caught his eye, but now, faced with Nina’s uncanny knowledge, he felt completely exposed. He was practically pleading for mercy.

Nina smiled warmly and gave a gentle command to the Calico Cat. “Taro, stand up.”

Without hesitation, the cat leapt off Jason’s lap, stretching gracefully on screen.

“Good girl,” Nina cooed softly. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you sort this out today.”

Taro responded eagerly, wagging her tail with a calmness that was a stark contrast to her earlier restlessness.

Jason looked genuinely shaken. “Why is she listening to you like that? Is she even my cat anymore?”

Just then, a familiar voice came from beside him. “Mr. Sinclair, breakfast’s ready. Will you be eating in the restaurant today, or hiding from the cat again?”

Jason glanced at Nina and sighed heavily. “I have to hide in my room just to eat breakfast away from my own fur baby. It’s pathetic.”

Nina lowered her voice, offering a quick solution. “Tell Cecile to bring breakfast here.”

Jason blinked, surprised by the suggestion.

“Trust me,” Nina added with a confident smile. “This time, the kitty won’t mess with your plate.”

Shortly after, Cecile entered the room carrying breakfast. She arranged the tray carefully and cast a concerned glance toward Taro, who was still nearby. “Mr. Sinclair, would you like me to take the cat out?”

Jason shook his head. “Taro’s behaving pretty well today.”

The cat was curled up peacefully in his lap, quiet and still, not making any attempts to jump onto the table.

Cecile’s eyes flickered with surprise, but she silently left the room.

Jason inhaled deeply, savoring the aroma of the home-cooked meal. “Man, living overseas hasn’t been easy. Nothing beats real home cooking.” He picked up his fork, ready to dig in.

Suddenly, Nina’s voice cut through the moment. “Call the police right now. Someone’s tampered with your food.”

Jason’s fork clattered loudly onto the plate as he jumped up, putting as much distance as possible between himself and the meal.

The chat erupted.

[Not gonna lie, this streamer’s got a wild story. Loving it!]

[Look at them—handsome actor, fancy mansion. All for this livestream drama.]

She shook her head weakly. “I’m not feeling great. Just an old health issue acting up. I’ll be fine after some rest.”

Jason looked at her with concern. He didn’t want this streamer—his newfound animal communicator—to collapse live on camera. After everything she’d done, he had even more questions swirling in his mind.

Still worried, Jason grabbed his phone and headed downstairs, keeping the livestream running.

The police arrived quickly. Two officers appeared at the villa gate.

“Mr. Sinclair, you called us?” one asked.

“Yeah,” Jason replied, hurrying toward Cecile’s room. “Someone’s been messing with my food.”

As soon as the door swung open, Taro darted inside, standing on her hind legs and pawing frantically at the cabinet.

“Officer, the poison’s in there!” she seemed to say, her tail drooping sadly. “But the door’s too heavy. I can’t open it.”

Jason gently scooped Taro into his arms. “Hey kiddo, stay back. It’s dangerous.”

The officers exchanged surprised looks at the cat’s unusual behavior but followed her lead, opening the cabinet.

Jason immediately spotted the plastic eye drop bottle Nina had described, resting on the second shelf.

Taro pointed her paw toward it as if to say, “Officer, that’s the one!”

One officer donned gloves and carefully picked up the bottle, inspecting it. “Clear liquid, no smell.”

The senior officer, experienced and serious, nodded. “Let’s test for heavy metals to be sure.”

The younger officer pulled out a handheld detector and scanned the bottle. After about thirty seconds, it beeped loudly.

The senior cop’s face went pale. “Positive for thallium—way above safe limits!”

Jason scratched his head, bewildered. “Thallium? What’s that, officer?”