My Beloved Cat Was A CEO?

Chapter 1

[1]

After my boyfriend dumped me,

Gabriela, who had been with me for ten years, also disappeared without a trace.

Just when I was in utter despair,

I was taken in by a wealthy tycoon.

He lavished me with affection and care.

But his habits and behaviors

were identical to those of my missing Gabriela.

Even more bizarre,

everyone around me kept insisting

that the tycoon had died a month ago.

[2]

In the evening, I went to the bar once again to pick up a drunken Archie. A row of attractive women sat beside him, each vying for his attention. Archie owned a chain of bars in Calchester. His father was a prominent figure in the city, and Archie, being the only son, was spoiled from a young age, which shaped his carefree and indulgent nature.

When Archie saw me, he wrapped his arm around my waist and blew a puff of smoke in my face. "I thought you weren't coming after making me wait so long. Come on, take me home!"

Feeling a bit embarrassed, I had a hard time hauling the drunken Archie. An attractive woman beside him, clearly jealous, reluctantly shifted him onto me. "Stop acting all high and mighty. Weren't you also working here before?" she sneered behind me.

I ignored her, but she wasn't wrong. I first crossed paths with Archie in this very bar. Back then, I was a top student at Horizon University, working part-time to pay off my family's debts. Because of my looks, I was harassed by some troublemakers at the bar, and it was Archie who saved me.

After that, Archie chased after me relentlessly. He had many women around him, but I was the only one he publicly acknowledged as his girlfriend. Despite his frequent cheating, he never mistreated me in other ways. Archie wasn't well-educated, but he had a knack for business and connections in both legal and illegal circles. Handsome, tall, and generous, he had no shortage of admirers.

As we left the bar, Archie whispered in my ear, "Your best trait is how tolerant you are." It wasn't that I didn't care; it was just that if I truly cared about Archie's philandering ways, I would have lost my mind long ago.

It was already late at night when I brought Archie to my place. My ten-year-old Tricia, upon seeing me, immediately came to greet me. Tricia was incredibly intuitive, with large, blinking eyes. She rubbed against me and gave me a kiss, a daily ritual for us.

I had a special bond with Tricia. I found her in an exotic pet shop in Azliwood during a trip. The shop owner claimed she was a magical cat from Rimgue Mountain, said to bring longevity if eaten. Some big guys had specifically ordered her, and the owner was about to kill her when she looked at me with her big, blinking eyes. My heart softened, and I spent a hefty sum to buy her, even getting into a big argument with the men, nearly resulting in a fight.

Since then, Tricia became my beloved pet. I pampered her with the best food, drinks, and health supplements. I even remodeled my home to create a cat-friendly environment. Friends who visited often joked that they couldn't tell if the house was for me or the cat. Tricia's only flaw was her dislike for baths, but I indulged her in this too, often sending her to luxury pet spas for pampering.

In short, apart from paying off family debts, most of my money was spent on Tricia. I found joy in it because she provided me with emotional comfort that no one else could. However, Archie didn't like her. He always felt that Tricia had an intimidating and sinister look. He often tried to persuade me to get rid of her, but I always refused, leading to frequent arguments.

Back in the bedroom, Archie tossed me onto the bed, ready to undress and kiss me. Suddenly, we heard the familiar "thump, thump, thump" of Tricia entering the room. Every time Archie tried to be intimate with me, Tricia would run over, squeeze between us, and scratch his face.

"Such a buzzkill. Every time we try to be intimate, she has to come over," Archie grumbled, lighting a cigarette and sitting up. Just then, his phone rang. It was one of the attractive women calling, her voice flirtatious on the other end. "Alright, I'll be right over, you little minx," he said, hanging up without offering me any explanation and hurriedly leaving.

I knew he had grown tired of our relationship. To him, I had become a dull and uninteresting person. As he slammed the door, I had a feeling that our relationship was nearing its end. Sure enough, while I was out, Archie took all his stuff from my place. Along with him, Tricia also disappeared.

I went to the bar to find Archie and ask about Tricia's whereabouts, but he wasn't there. The attractive women took the opportunity to taunt me. Angered, I grabbed a bottle and swung it in their direction, but in the chaos, I ended up hitting my own head and passed out.

When I woke up, I found myself lying on a luxurious hotel suite's sofa. A stranger with a sculpted body and strikingly handsome face, wearing pajamas, was walking towards me. I felt a jolt of fear, touching the wound on my head to confirm I wasn't dreaming.

Chapter 2

"You're awake?" The man approached to bandage my wound, his face gentle and kind.

Facing such a strikingly handsome man, I felt a surge of fear and quickly recoiled.

Seeing my fear, the man smiled and released his hold, opening a bag of dried anchovies and munching on them. He even asked if I wanted some.

I shook my head. It was quite a contrast to see such a tall man, easily over six feet, enjoying tiny dried fish.

The television was broadcasting the news on CNN, and the man's image appeared on the screen as he was being interviewed by a reporter.

It turned out the man's name was Christopher. He was the overseas illegitimate son of the head of a top financial conglomerate and the sole heir.

He had returned from abroad this time to inherit the vast family business.

I couldn't believe I had encountered such a significant figure.

Christopher explained that he had found me outside a bar and brought me back.

Seeing that he meant no harm, I let my guard down.

Christopher asked what I wanted to eat and told me to help myself.

I opened the refrigerator and saw rows of different kinds of canned goods.

I had always been averse to processed foods, so I immediately closed the fridge.

Christopher, however, seemed to love them. He opened a can of chicken and ate it with great relish.

Chewing noisily, he smiled contentedly.

The room was filled with many music discs. He turned on the gramophone and inserted a disc.

Music started playing; it was Eric Clapton's "Wonderful Tonight":

"How did I fall for you? I keep asking myself..."

The music, combined with Christopher's smiling face, had a mesmerizing effect.

I gradually fell asleep to the sound of the music, and in my dreams, I saw Gabriela's eyes again.

When I woke up, Christopher was lying beside my pillow, his nose almost touching mine.

I was startled.

Christopher playfully tapped my nose and asked what my plans were for the future.

I told him that I had been kept by my boyfriend for the past three years and had no job.

Having been out of the workforce for so long, I didn't know what I could do if I went out.

Christopher said it was fine; he needed a secretary and if I was willing, I could help him with some tasks.

Thinking about my unpaid debts and my desire to find a proper job, I agreed.

Christopher was delighted and started changing into a suit and tie.

He told me to get ready as well, as we would be going to work together.

I glanced around the room, which Christopher never seemed to open the curtains in, and asked what time it was.

Christopher said it was seven in the evening; he usually worked night shifts.

His company was located on the thirteenth floor of the tallest building in the city, with extremely luxurious decor.

The employees were all attractive and slender, wearing perfume.

When they saw me, they all smiled warmly, and some even leaned in as if to catch my scent.

I wondered if I should wear some perfume next time to fit in with the company's trend.

Christopher set up my workspace and then sat at his desk to take a nap.

Seeing the boss so lazy, I felt relieved; the job would surely be easy.

I flipped through the company's business manual and discovered it was a high-end import food company, producing various processed canned goods from around the world.

Before long, a girl came in, knocked on Christopher's desk, and excitedly asked:

"Are you my brother, Christopher?"

Christopher groggily opened his eyes, nodded at the girl.

The girl, seeing Christopher's anime-like face, was overjoyed and bombarded him with questions.

It turned out the girl was Christopher's cousin. She had always heard from the family about a cousin overseas but had never met him in person.

Later, there were rumors that Christopher was rumored to have died in a car accident abroad.

But now, it seemed all those rumors were false.

Chapter 3

My cousin mentioned that everyone at home missed Christopher and insisted he come back with her today. From her excited expression, I could tell she was quite fond of her newly-met cousin. Because of this, she seemed a bit wary of me, his personal secretary. However, Christopher stated that as his personal secretary, I had to follow him wherever he went. So, I had to accompany him to the Sutton family mansion.

Out of curiosity about Christopher, I agreed to this arrangement. Late at night, I followed Christopher into the mysterious Sutton family mansion. Outside the mansion, a group of servants were waiting at the door to greet us. The butler informed us that Ian had passed away last month, and Mrs. Sutton was so heartbroken that she had been hospitalized and would return in a few days.

The Sutton family had believed Christopher was dead, and with Ian having no other heirs, they had planned to donate the billion-dollar estate to a charity. Now that Christopher had returned, the estate finally had an heir.

In the backyard of the Sutton family mansion, there were many stray cats, and for some reason, they all loved to gather around Christopher. Christopher also seemed to adore these cats, opening numerous cans of food for them. He even squatted beside them, enjoying the canned food alongside the cats.

Due to my role as Christopher's personal secretary, I had many opportunities to appear in the media. My best friend noticed my frequent appearances and warned me. She said that Christopher had a bad reputation abroad and was surrounded by many women. She mentioned that Christopher's previous car accident was due to a love affair. She advised me to keep my distance from Christopher outside of work.

But how could that be possible? Christopher practically kept me by his side at all times. He even asked me to go back to my previous residence to pack my things and move directly to his place so that I could be at his beck and call. Who could refuse someone as good-looking as Christopher? I was more than willing to live with him.

One day, while I was at home packing my things to move, Archie called. Seeing it was Archie, I quickly hung up. Ever since Christopher came into my life, I had almost forgotten about Archie. Archie kept calling, and soon there was a knock on the door. He was outside, calling my name. Neighbors started to gather, and feeling it was causing a disturbance, I opened the door and let him in.

Archie was delighted to see me, holding a large basket filled with wriggling snakes. He said he knew I loved eating snake and wanted to show off his cooking skills. It was always like this; after getting bored outside, he would come back to please me. Soon, a pot of exotic soup was brought out from the kitchen, filling the house with its aroma.

Just as I was about to dig in, the doorbell rang again with a delivery. Archie took the box from the delivery person, and when he opened it, a cute little kitten jumped out. Archie apologized profusely, admitting that when I moved last time, he had thrown my pampered cat, Gabriela, into the wild, where it likely died. To make up for it, he brought me a new kitten.

I was furious, realizing the tragic fate of my beloved Gabriela. I decided to find a spiritual healer to perform a ceremony for her. Archie then brought up my recent frequent TV appearances, warning me that Christopher's company was strange and couldn't be found online. He advised me to be cautious, including with Christopher himself.

Archie said, "I looked into it with the police. This Christopher has a suspicious identity. He died in a car accident a month ago. It's a solid fact."