Chapter 130
Calliope couldn’t help but think of Gideon. She had mentioned Million countless times, but he never took it seriously. He never even bothered to help her find Million.
Sometimes, you don’t realize things until you compare. And when you do, it all becomes clear.
Calliope couldn’t help but lower her voice and say to Silas, “Thank you.”
Silas got a phone call and had to return to the office for business.
So, Calliope decided to take Million for a little tour around the Myers Manor.
Damien and the others were intensely curious about Million, and as they walked, they bombarded Calliope with questions.
Calliope gave a brief explanation that Million was an experiment; originally a wolf, its intelligence was off the charts.
“You know how people joke online about smart dogs taking college entrance exams? Well, with Million, it’s not a joke. It’s the real deal.”
“That impressive, huh?” Damien looked at Million, amazed.
“Absolutely,” Calliope nodded. “You can consider him a friend.”
Damien nodded earnestly and extended his hand to Million, “Hello, Million. I’m Damien. I work for Mr. Myers, and I’m the butler of the Myers Manor. If you need anything, you can come to me.”
“Howl!” Million nodded and extended its paw, shaking hands, or rather, paws–with Damien formally.
Despite the paw’s massive size, it was so fluffy that Damien found it irresistibly adorable.
After looking at Million again, Damien couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. Myers has a few pets. Would Million be afraid of tigers or anything like that?”
Calliope chuckled.
Million’s ears twitched, and he howled a few times.
“Million says he’d like to see Mr. Myers‘ pets,” Calliope explained. “Is that okay?”
“Of course.” Damien then took Calliope and Million to see the animals Silas kept in the manor’s backyard.
Silas had a stallion and a white tiger named Snowy, which were stunning and enormous.
Usually, both the stallion and Snowy had temperaments that were less than friendly, but to Damien’s surprise, they were unusually calm as they approached.
“Snowy is quite adorable,” Calliope observed, looking at the tiger. “Can it come out?”
Damien hesitated slightly, “While Snowy won’t harm anyone without Mr. Myers‘ command, you aren’t exactly familiar with it. I’m concerned it might scare you.”
“It’s okay. It won’t attack me,” Calliope assured him.
Damien, following Calliope’s request, let Snowy out, and the black stallion was released as well.
To Damien’s astonishment, Snowy approached Calliope as if greeting a long–lost friend, nuzzling her hand affectionately, behaving more like a giant house cat than a tiger.
What shocked Damien even more was how Snowy and the stallion lowered their heads slightly toward Million, looking as if acknowledging its authority.
“Howl, howl!” Suddenly, Million stood on his hind legs and patted both Snowy and the stallion on the head with
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its paws.
Damien’s jaw dropped.
The few attendants following Damien looked on in disbelief, ready to spring into action at the slightest sign of trouble.
But to their astonishment, neither Snowy nor the stallion showed any sign of agitation.
These animals, usually so proud, were now as docile as could be.
“With Million around, there’s no need to worry about keeping them penned up,” Calliope said. “It seems they’ve accepted Million as their leader.”
Damien was speechless.
It wasn’t just that they accepted Million. Damien could clearly see that these creatures, which they usually couldn’t even approach, were also exceptionally well–behaved with Calliope.
