Camila saw the puppy when she was home.

With its brown, curly hair and wide, round eyes, the adorable creature lay there obediently.

It was tiny and perfect as a pet.

Keeping large-sized dogs as pets in their current living environment was impractical and ill-suited.

It would be nice if they had a yard.

Well, their house was spacious enough. It was just that it did not have a separate yard. Besides, the dog had been brought home and could not just be left on the streets.

"Just leave it at home," Camila said.

Maybe Joe would grow to like it.

At night, a knock sounded at the door.

Glenda approached the door and reached out to turn the handle.

Upon opening the door, two bodyguards, who had come to report to Camila, stood before Glenda.

With that, she hurriedly went upstairs and woke Camila up.

Glenda reported that the bodyguards had returned.

“Let them in,"

Camila ordered.

Without further ado, she got up and put on a coat.

Upon reaching the first floor, she saw the bodyguards in the living room.

"Did you find the person?" she asked without beating around the bush.

“I'm afraid not. When we arrived, he had escaped," one of the bodyguards answered.

Camila was disappointed but not surprised.