Humans Serve Cats

During my freshman year, the most powerful man in Gavendal's elite circle said he wanted to sponsor me.

I was just about to reach out when several lines of text suddenly flashed before my eyes.

[The cannon fodder female supporting character really thinks she's met her savior. Little does she know, the male lead only considered sponsoring a female student because he was upset with his niece. She's pretty and an orphan. Convenient choice, that's all.]

[This supporting character will soon be kicked out by the male lead. The female lead personally went to the pet shop to pick out the cat her uncle likes best!]

[A large part of why the male lead likes the female lead is because of her cat-like features. Who would've guessed that the calm and composed man is actually an ailurophile?]

"Sign the contract if you're willing."

The man's cool, slightly deep voice pulled me out of the dense barrage of floating comments.

I lowered my head. My eyes locked onto the words '440 grand per year' on the contract.

'440 grand.'

I pressed down on my hairline. My two fluffy ears were about to pop out from sheer excitement. My eyes sparkled as I nodded frantically.

"Yes! I'm willing!"

My cat ears were getting numb and itchy. They were desperate to spring free.

I forced them down. I couldn't scare away this rich benefactor.

After regaining control of my body's instincts, I picked up the pen and signed the contract without hesitation.

"Is there anything else I need to do?"

The comments said Ian Hendrick was doing this to make his niece jealous.

How exactly was I supposed to maximize my usefulness?

Ian's gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses was distant.

His gaze swept critically across my mottled, green-stained walls before landing on my washed-out T-shirt.

Finally, his gaze settled on my face before he spoke.

"Go change into something decent. Move into the Hendrick family's villa tomorrow."

Tomorrow?

The comments said I wouldn't even last until tomorrow. The moment the male and female leads reconciled, I'd be thrown out immediately.

I could forget about the 440 grand. I wouldn't even be able to afford next month's dried fish snacks.

I nodded obediently and followed the secretary. My mind was racing.

The black Porsche's engine started and was ready to pull away.

'No! I have to do this for the sake of my dried fish snacks!'

Clenching my jaw, I shook off the secretary. Just before the car merged into traffic, I yanked open the door and dove inside.

The confined space instantly felt even more stuffed with my sudden intrusion. The air itself seemed to freeze.

I met Ian's icy gaze.

My heart pounded, but my hands clutched my shirt tightly. I blinked rapidly and forced a faint shimmer of tears into my eyes.

Lowering my voice, I spoke in what I believed was the most delicate tone imaginable.

"I heard there might be thunder tonight. I get scared when I'm alone. Sir, could I possibly go back with you tonight?"