The Fake Heiress and Her Purrfect Partner novel Chapter 73

**TITLE: Dreams Rise Again by Braxton**

**Chapter 73**

Typically, the Alpaca was a timid creature, known for its docile nature. Claire had never witnessed it behave any differently. But today, as if possessed by some mischievous spirit, it unleashed a torrent of gooey spit directly onto her face before she could even flinch.

The foul stench of grass and stale feed filled Claire’s nostrils, overwhelming her senses. It was as if the very essence of the Alpaca’s diet had been unleashed in a single, vile wave. Unable to bear it any longer, she bolted to the side, her stomach churning violently, and promptly lost her lunch.

“Ms. Claire Summer!” Amelia, her ever-reliable assistant, called out, sprinting towards her with a pack of wet wipes clutched tightly in her hands. “Hold still!” she urged, dabbing at Claire’s face in a frantic attempt to restore some semblance of cleanliness.

What had splattered across Claire’s visage was no ordinary spit; it was stomach acid, a potent mix of enzymes designed to break down the tough fibers found in grass. And given that this Alpaca was feeling under the weather, its stomach acid was particularly volatile. Essentially, it acted like a weak alkaline makeup remover—an unwelcome adversary to any waterproof makeup.

In mere moments, Amelia’s frantic swipes transformed Claire’s meticulously crafted “no-makeup” look into a smudged disaster. The foundation, once a flawless layer, dripped off her face like old wall putty, revealing her bare skin to the world.

And then it happened; the cameras were rolling, capturing every embarrassing second.

[Who in their right mind just called Claire a bare-faced beauty?]

[The camera: a modern-day magic mirror revealing the truth. The Alpaca: an unexpected makeup exorcist.]

[Once thought Claire could rock any look, from the lightest to the heaviest makeup. Turns out, once that makeup is gone, it’s best to look away.]

Claire’s livestream exploded with activity, comments flooding in at lightning speed. Yet, the frenzy had nothing to do with her; the viewers were here for the spectacle, reveling in the unfolding disaster.

[I’ve seen Little Alpaca on the internet before; always such a sweetheart. Looks like it’s finally had enough. Poor thing.]

[This is the ultimate all-natural makeup remover. Claire should give Little Alpaca a tip for such professional service.]

[Makeup removal skills: master-level. That Alpaca deserves a perfect score.]

Around her, guests whipped out their phones, transforming into eager gossip reporters. After all, how often did they witness an Alpaca launch a “bio-attack”? Their business deal might have gone up in flames, but witnessing this drama was undoubtedly worth it.

Claire’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, leaving no room for anything else. Her eyes were glued shut, stinging from the Alpaca’s slimy spit. Amelia, half-panicked, scrambled for a bottle of saline, rushing to rinse out Claire’s eyes.

Meanwhile, the zookeepers were transfixed by the unfolding chaos. One of the Alpaca handlers attempted to corral the unruly creature, but the Alpaca retaliated with a swift kick, sending him crashing to the ground in a heap.

Other keepers tried to bribe the Alpaca with treats, but it was as if the creature had entered a state of wild rebellion, unleashing another round of “Gatling gun spit,” spraying anyone who dared approach. People dove for cover, laughter and shouts echoing through the air.

The vet, equipped with a tranquilizer needle, hadn’t even gotten close before a glob of spit hit his glasses, leaving him fumbling and blind.

Chris crouched near the Alpaca, using its stainless-steel water bowl as an improvised helmet. He was either protecting the Alpaca or trying to shield himself as he awaited Nina’s signal.

Nina, glued to the livestream, spotted her chance and quickly messaged Mr. Crow: [Mr. Crow, our lock-picking master can get started now.]

Having splurged on a child’s smartwatch, Nina had strapped it around Mr. Crow’s neck, ensuring they could communicate from a distance.

Mr. Crow was already off, rallying his fellow crows. They cawed back in unison: [Copy that, over!]

Just when Claire thought her livestream couldn’t get any more chaotic, the situation escalated to a whole new level.

Out of nowhere, a cacophony of flapping wings filled the air. Eight Woodpeckers swooped in from outside, landing directly in front of the wooden enclosures housing the smaller animals.

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