"Brother Baron."
Even the driver had opened the car door, but she disregarded her image and hurried over to call out to the person about to get in the car.
In the car, Bobby heard the woman's voice, frowned slightly, and his handsome little face immediately turned solemn, vigilantly staring at Wendy Hanson who was panting and running towards them.
"Woman, your rival is here."
Enna Clark pinched his cheek while trying not to laugh, "And then?"
Bobby was dissatisfied with her carefree attitude, his fur almost standing on end, turned his head, and with eyes identical to someone else's filled with menace, he said fiercely, "Of course, go down and bite her! Are you going to watch helplessly as that Dubious Man gets taken away by her?"
"Taken away?" Enna was startled by his wording. What does 'taken away' mean?
Bobby rolled his little eyes, equally charming, "If it's not 'taken away,' what is a vixen doing?"
"Pfft!"
Enna nearly spat at him; her Bobby's description—classic.
