Chapter 953: 274: Slapped in the face directly, are you very pleased? _2
After hanging up the phone, Scarlett Koerner logged onto Facebook and shared bread’s Facebook account with Stella Taylor.
Mrs. Thompson had always been the one to manage bread’s Facebook account.
The account shared bread and Mantou’s daily life.
At present, bread is a minor Internet sensation with 1.5 million followers.
Bread is very obedient. He can open and close doors, fetch newspapers, sit, shake hands, and even communicate with his owner without hindrance.
Most importantly, he is incredibly cute.
Despite weighing a hefty 160 pounds, he insisted on adorable displays of affection.
Especially when he was playing with Mantou.
One was agile, the other a bit clumsy, leading to amused smiles.
Every video of bread fighting with Mantou received more than ten thousand comnts.
By watching just a few minutes of the videos, Stella Taylor was already curious about the dog.
She was a little doubtful.
Was this really the dog she bought?
After all, when she first brought the dog ho, he acted like a fool, urinating and defecating inside the house, unmindful of repeated corrections.
No amount of scolding or beating changed his behaviour.
Stella was very angry and even developed a dislike for the dog. Being impatient and with her family opposing it too, Stella Taylor threw it out in a fit of anger.
Since Corso dogs are very intelligent and can find their hos by mory, Stella intentionally abandoned him while vacationing in River City.
If he had been this obedient from the start, Stella would never have abandoned him.
Now, after seeing these videos, Stella regretted deeply.
She imdiately found the photos she had taken before and began to compare them.
She had kept the dog for almost two months.
She took many pictures.
Because she would occasionally showcase her love for dogs on her feed, she never deleted the pictures.
The dog was two months old when she brought him ho, and she kept him for two months, so he was four months old then.
His growth was very fast, almost changing day by day. By the ti he reached four months, he was even bigger than a full-grown Alaskan dog.
After careful comparison, she found that bread in the video was probably the dog she used to have.
Stella Taylor sent the photo of bread to the kennel’s boss.
The boss of the kennel replied very quickly.
But Stella thought texting was too slow and imdiately phoned him again.
“Boss, is this Kenny?” Stella’s voice was anxious and almost teary, “Ever since Kenny went missing, I haven’t been able to eat or sleep well.”
“Miss Taylor, don’t worry. Every dog born in our kennel has a microchip implanted. Judging from the pictures, this dog should be Kenny.” the kennel boss responded.
“Miss Taylor, if you want to confirm this is Kenny, you just need to turn on your phone’s location service.” he added.
“Alright, thank you.”
After hanging up, Stella imdiately turned on the location service on her phone.
As she was looking for the signal from the chip, she realized she had already deleted the app.
After all, she had already abandoned the dog in River City.
To her, a thrown-away dog was no different from trash, so she deleted the app.
If she had known the dog would have such a future, she wouldn’t have deleted the chip tracking system for anything.
No one knew how much Stella regretted now.
She was so regretful she was practically green.
After all, going by the current trend, bread could at least have tens of millions of followers.
Tens of millions of followers ant fa.
She could use the dog’s fa to start a dog food factory, or get more advertisents…
While scrolling through Facebook, she saw a news story about multiple entertainnt companies wanting Bread for a TV show.
Stella Taylor had always dread of joining the entertainnt industry.
Unfortunately…
She hadn’t t the right people to help her in.
If bread could be in a TV show, she would have a chance at her dream.
Unfortunately.
Now bread belonged to soone else!
What now?
No.
Bread was hers.
Would there be a bread today if she hadn’t brought him back from abroad?
So, bread could only be hers.
Stella Taylor squinted her eyes.
Just then, her phone rang.
Stella took out her phone.
The incoming call was from Scarlett Koerner.
Stella answered the phone, “Hello, Scarlett.”
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