No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1161

The car sped away as Ian Goodwin made several calls, reaching high-level city officials to demand a halt to the processing of dogs sheltered the previous night.

Who would have thought that the wealthiest man in Ashford City would leverage his power and resources to their absolute limit for a single dog?

Lanny's car screeched to a halt outside a dilapidated courtyard on the outskirts of the city, the site of the temporary animal shelter. Before Lanny could even open the door for him, Ian pushed it open himself and strode inside.

Several staff members, who had been chatting over tea, were stunned to see him.

They stared at the man in the high-end suit, his expression cold and severe, wondering what he was doing there.

The shelter's manager immediately recalled a phone call from twenty minutes earlier, hearing that a tycoon's dog had gone missing and might be at his facility.

He hadn't expected the man to show up in person.

"Sir, what breed is your dog?" he asked, stepping forward.

"A Beagle," Ian's voice was devoid of any warmth. "Where are the dogs that were brought in around nine o'clock last night?"

The manager's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly led the way. "In the back of the courtyard—please, follow me."

They passed through a narrow path into a large, foul-smelling shed area in the backyard. Inside were dozens of cold iron cages, filled with stray dogs of various breeds, sizes, and colors, all whimpering and barking nervously.

Just then, an excited yelp came from one of the cages. A dog was spinning in circles, pressing eagerly against the bars.

That sound—

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