The Fake Heiress and Her Purrfect Partner novel Chapter 90

**TITLE: Dreams Rise Again by Braxton**

**Chapter 90**

In the midst of their journey, Mr. Crow balanced precariously on one leg atop the phone mount in the passenger seat, his glossy feathers shimmering in the sunlight.

“Turn right, then left at the next intersection,” Mr. Crow directed with an air of authority.

He resembled a living, breathing GPS, expertly navigating Simon and Nina through the winding streets.

“Hey, don’t miss that fork! Take the right side with the two trees!” Mr. Crow squawked, his voice filled with urgency.

Simon, intrigued by Mr. Crow’s impressive navigation skills, turned to Nina and asked, “Do you really think Mr. Crow can keep track of such a complicated route?”

“Don’t underestimate him,” Nina replied, her eyes sparkling with admiration. “Crows are incredibly intelligent. Their memory is astonishing—sometimes even better than ours!”

With a playful grin, she reached over and gently poked Mr. Crow on the head. “His navigation abilities are absolutely next-level,” she added, tapping her temple lightly. “Crows don’t just memorize routes; they construct a holographic map right here in their brains.”

At that moment, Mr. Crow puffed out his chest, his wingtips quivering with pride.

“On that map, they remember every food source, the locations of lurking predators, and even their secret stash spots,” Nina elaborated, her voice filled with excitement.

“With thousands of locations committed to memory, crows can navigate in countless ways—they can go anywhere they want! Their brains make phone maps look like child’s play,” she continued, her admiration for the bird evident.

Flattered by Nina’s praise, Mr. Crow quickly covered his face with his wings, attempting to appear modest. “Oh, I’m really just a tiny bit smarter than your phone map,” he said, feigning humility.

Yet, his tail feathers stood straight up, creating a bold and proud silhouette against the car window.

As Mr. Crow led the way, the road became increasingly secluded, almost as if they were venturing into the wild unknown.

“Almost there! Park right here—this sneaky spot is all thanks to yours truly!” Mr. Crow announced, pointing excitedly at a patch overgrown with weeds.

“Nice and hidden, super safe too. After your business in the village, just hop that dirt wall and zip right back to the car,” he added, satisfaction radiating from him.

Nina shot a big thumbs-up in Mr. Crow’s direction. “Talk about a genius GPS—even scouted us the ideal parking spot!”

Once again, Mr. Crow puffed up with pride, basking in the glow of his accomplishments.

“Navigation’s done! Don’t forget to hit me with that five-star review,” he chirped cheekily.

Nina flashed him an enthusiastic OK sign. “You’ve got it!”

With a quick pat on the pet carrier and the cat carrier, she rallied her team. “Alright, it’s time for our squad of animal detectives to get to work! Everyone, stick with Mr. Crow, and let’s go pick up Slinky!”

Before she could finish her sentence, the Squirrel Bros burst out of the pet carrier like a pair of rockets.

Tabby King gracefully leaped from the cat carrier, his tail raised high like the proudest aristocrat in town.

“Oh, and another thing,” Nina said, crouching down to give each of them a friendly pat on the head. “While you’re out there, keep an eye out for any local animals who might want to help us on this little mission.”

“Just leave it to us!” the Squirrel Bros declared in unison, thumping their chests like pint-sized heroes ready for adventure.

These two were absolute legends when it came to animal networking—if there was a friendly face in town, they would find it in no time.

Tabby King, on the other hand, simply gave a cool, nonchalant meow, his tail raised like noble royalty.

Clearly, his approach was more about commanding the locals with sheer presence, bending them to his will without needing to say a word.

An hour passed, and soon the Squirrel Bros came bouncing back first, brimming with energy—and right behind them was Slinky, his tail wagging enthusiastically. Their mission had gone off without a hitch.

Slinky zipped straight into the water tank, his tail swishing back and forth like a flag of victory. “Nina! We tracked down that runaway guy—he’s living in a red-brick house on the east end of the village!” Slinky squeaked with excitement.

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