Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 151

Just as Queena finished speaking, she looked up and saw a massive, black-and-tan dog standing half as tall as a person, its expression fierce, its mouth open, revealing a bright red tongue.

“Ah!” Queena let out an involuntary shriek.

“What is it?” George followed her gaze and saw Yvonne leading the large dog into the house.

“Who gave you permission to bring a beast like that in here to scare your sister?” George roared, looking like he wanted to throw both Yvonne and the dog out.

“If you’re so easily scared, you can move out. Stop screaming; you’re ruining my mood,” Yvonne retorted dismissively. She turned to a nearby maid. “Jenny, I ordered a doghouse, a bowl, and some toys online. They should be delivered soon. Could you sign for them?”

“Of course, Ms. Jones,” Jenny replied.

Yvonne took Bullet up to her room and gave him a tour. “Bullet, this is my home now. What do you think? Not too bad, right? The people are a bit annoying, but you can just ignore them.”

Bullet seemed to understand, panting happily and wagging his tail. He then trotted around the room with a dignified air, as if inspecting a friend’s new home.

The dog supplies arrived shortly after. Yvonne spent the afternoon assembling the doghouse, placing it by the doors where the sunlight was best.

Bullet immediately settled into his new home, wagging his tail and letting out a few happy barks of thanks.

“You’re welcome,” Yvonne said with a smile, stroking his large head.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. “Ms. Jones, dinner is ready. The master and mistress asked me to call you down,” Jenny’s voice came from the hallway.

“Doggy!” Joseph, however, seemed fascinated by the majestic animal and was about to reach out and touch it when Teresa pulled him back.

Teresa’s eyes were full of caution; she had clearly taken Queena’s words to heart.

Yvonne sneered, her gaze sweeping over Queena. “Bullet is a trained police dog. If you don’t know what you’re talking about, shut your mouth. And you’re right about one thing—you should stay away from him. Bennett’s dog is priceless. You couldn’t afford to replace a single hair on his head.”

As if on cue, Bullet dropped his bowl on the floor and lifted his head arrogantly.

“This is Mr. Bennett Thompson’s dog?” Teresa asked, stunned.