"This is my pet, named Harry."
Harry leapt into Isabel's embrace, and Isabel screamed, "Get it away, quickly!"
Harry hadn't reacted yet before Thomas Shannon grabbed its neck, lifting it into the sky, its limbs flailing and letting out a pitiful meow.
Thomas Shannon pulled it into his embrace, Harry's head restlessly poking out, staring at Isabel.
Isabel barely audibly snorted coldly, Cecilia Branford kept a tiger, looking very majestic and spirited.
Even now, she disliked felines.
Not to mention large cats like Gaby, but even little kitties like Harry, she loathed them altogether!
"You're afraid of cats?" Thomas Shannon raised his eyebrow tips slightly, his expression intriguing.
Isabel patted the place where Harry had touched, expressionless, "Not afraid, just purely don't like them."
Only heavens know how much she wants to kill Gaby, too bad it escaped then, otherwise she would definitely have killed that bastard.
