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Cat K - Chapter 8

Published at 18th of March 2018 09:23:58 PM


Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

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Somehow, the morning briefings seemed to be getting longer.

I let out a long sigh from where I was, lounging on Sugar Prince's lap. Sugar Prince stroked my head frequently with his finger, but it had already been a while since that effect had worn off. My boredom couldn't be remedied with just that. In order to chase away my boredom, I peeked my head out above the table the humans were sitting around

The old farts were arguing and wagging their fingers at each other when they saw me and cleared their throats, Ahe-hem. Their shifting gazes said they wanted to complain about me; that bringing a cat to the briefing room was this-and-that and blah-blah… But for some reason or another, the old men didn't pester Sugar Prince with that kind of talk, only giving me the stink eye ever since I followed Sugar Prince in without getting on his case about it. I couldn't tell if it was because Sugar Prince was the Crown Prince or if it was because they felt sorry for how lonely he was. I can't help but think it is the latter.

The briefing commenced. But this time, the old farts didn't pester Sugar Prince. It seemed my pitiful gaze had pricked at their consciences. Tch, tch. In this sense, this place and Korea weren't all that different.

Instead of listening to the old farts, I turned my attention to their jewelry.

The huge pendants they hung around their necks were probably made from gold and gems. Seeing the way they glittered bright yellow, there was no question. Even with just one of those pendants, I couldn't begin to imagine how many “don” that would weigh. Well, just because I was thinking of it doesn't mean I was being greedy. It was senseless to wear such a stupidly heavy accessory. Rather than wear that kind of thing, my much lighter and fashionable Cartier ring was better. The most important aspect was, to any extent, the detailed workmanship quality. When I go back later, I really should whine to my grandpa about buying me a bunch of necklaces and rings. And, like always, he would toss me his gold card. Saying, Aigoo, our little





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