Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 871

After Cherie returned to North City from Philadelphia, she rarely went to events anymore.

Wendy called Cherie to inform her that she had accepted a job for her.

"Cherie, my supervisor’s been giving me a lot of heat recently. You’ve accepted fewer jobs than anyone else in the last three hundred and sixty-five days. You're basically not working at all. If this keeps up, not only will my firm blame me, they'll have your head too."

Cherie knew Wendy was also placed in a pretty tight spot since Wendy was both her assistant and manager. When she was assigned to work with the lazy and unaggressive Cherie, it would give Wendy's firm a bad impression of her. Wendy was not at fault here. It seemed they were both focused on different things.

Cherie replied, "Fine, I'll accept any jobs you’ve lined up for me this time.

Wendy made a fair point, though. It seemed she had not attended any other events for quite some time and had also gotten lazier, procrastinating on her piano practice recently.

Wendy said, "Look, you've just returned home recently and the firm wants you to be a little more career-driven since you're such a talented and outstanding person. It'll be such a shame if you're not aggressive or career-driven enough. Therefore, I accepted a job offer for you to appear on a local game show program. You can gain a little more exposure and maybe test the waters a bit."

"What game show is it?"

"It's a show called 'Run'. You should know just how popular this show is locally. Don't be surprised if your career skyrockets afterward."

Cherie did not speak much as she knew Wendy had already signed the contract for her. She simply said, "I understand and will be there. However, I hope this will be the last time you accept any jobs on our company’s behalf without consulting with me first."

Wendy felt a little guilty since she knew she had intentionally kept this job from her and said, "Alright, but Cherie, I was just afraid that you might be unwilling to accept the job. If I didn't sign the contract then, such a good offer would be snatched away by other lesser-known local celebrities."

Cherie did not wish to continue listening to her excuses as she said, "I'm hanging up now. Just email the job description and schedule to me later."

Wendy sighed and said, "Alright then. Rest well now so that you'll be fully recharged and ready to focus on work soon."

When Cherie received the email, she skimmed through the content and was shocked to see that the recording would be done tomorrow.

It meant Wendy had already accepted and signed the contract a week earlier.

Wendy was clearly pulling out all the stops in their arrangement.

Even if she wanted to back out from the contract, she would not be able to come up with an appropriate enough excuse to do so. It was already too late for her.

Cherie could not be bothered to think about the contract so she closed her laptop, crawled in bed, and began patting Boney.

"I’ll be working tomorrow so I'll return you to him later, okay?'

"Meow."

"I’ll put you in a box later and have you delivered back to him through a courier. I’ll need you to behave and not move around too much. You'll be home before you know it."

"Meow."

Boney was staring at her. It seemed to be telling Cherie, 'How could you be so cruel like my mother? Why won't you send me home yourself?'

Cherie patted Boney's soft and fluffy fur as she said, "I don't think it's a good idea for me to keep meeting him since I don't want to see him. I'm really sorry but please hang in there."

"Meow."

Cherie hired a professional pet courier company to send Boney home after that.

…

Boyle opened the door and accepted the package when he received a phone call from the courier company.

The delivery man handed Boyle a loosely-packed cardboard box and said, "Please sign here, sir. This is your cat."

After Boyle signed the receipt, he opened the box and immediately noticed Boney sitting completely still and obediently in the box while repeatedly blinking at him.

Boyle carried Boney out of the box and asked, "Where's your mom?"

"Meow."

Boney felt helpless as it exclaimed in its head, 'What can I do when mommy doesn't want to deliver me home herself?'

Boyle patted Boney's head and entered his home. He calmly exclaimed, "Useless."

Boney lamented, '...I did my best.'

Boyle placed Boney on the couch and fed it some cat food as he said, "Why don't we visit her tomorrow?"

"Meow." What Boney meant was, 'Okay, sounds good.'

Boyle told Boney, "She doesn't socialize much nor does she go outside and have fun these days. It’ll drive her mad, you know."