Everyone Can Hear My Thoughts, and Now They're Panicking

On the way there, Alvin Lancaster secretly used his phone to quickly look up the influencer dog, Reggie.

According to the AI’s answer, Reggie used to be the dog of a small-time influencer. That influencer, in order to gain followers, had filmed many malicious animal abuse videos.

And they actually attracted some twisted fans. A group of people even left comments saying it wasn’t stimulating enough, and that just hitting and scolding didn’t count as abuse.

The influencer was probably desperate to get famous and actually announced a livestream to kill the dog, promising to give away dog meat to fans in a lottery afterward.

Netizens couldn’t stand it and reported him. The influencer’s account was banned, but a problem arose: what would happen to the beautiful, cute little dog? What wouldn’t that person do to vent their anger?

Just as netizens were breaking out in a cold sweat, someone successfully rescued Reggie, posted online to let everyone know he was safe, and promised that the account would be used to document Reggie’s daily life from then on, allowing everyone to see his updates in real-time.

Back then, some people were curious and asked who had rescued Reggie. How had they acted so quickly?

The account replied: "It was our young master, but he’s busy managing the family business and won’t be appearing on camera."

In the updates that followed, Reggie got better day by day. It was clear he was being well taken care of—his food and supplies were all luxury brands, and the place he ran around freely in was a huge mansion.

Everyone felt relieved seeing this. Reggie was now living the good life, sparking jokes for the "dogs live better than humans" series.

As for the mysterious young master, he indeed never appeared on camera. However, because his hands or legs would inevitably show when he interacted with the dog, sharp-eyed netizens used this limited information to deduce that the young master was a handsome, refined, and well-mannered gentleman over 185cm tall!

Nowadays, under every one of Reggie’s updates, half the comments praise Reggie for being cute, but more than half are praising the young master. The young master was actually more popular than Reggie.

Alvin Lancaster glanced at Jean Hughes, who was walking ahead. He had to admit, the netizens had figured it out; Jean Hughes was indeed quite well-mannered.

As he recalled, Jean’s grades had been pretty good, too. Alvin himself had even asked him for help with English homework.

Back then, Jim Jenson had mocked him, saying, "As expected of a country bumpkin. Who can tell if you’re speaking English or some local dialect?"

Thinking of this, Alvin Lancaster quietly edged a little farther away from Jim Jenson.

Jim Jenson noticed his deliberate avoidance, and his face darkened.

Jane Lancaster glanced back at Alvin Lancaster, then heard Jean Hughes’s voice. "Careful, stop!"

She stopped in her tracks instinctively.

Jim Jenson slapped his forehead. "Oh, I remember now! Reggie chewed through a water pipe today, so the garden is flooded. Stepping on these flagstones will splash muddy water everywhere."

He acted as if he had just remembered, not mentioning at all that he had deliberately led them down this path.

Jean Hughes extended his arm like a gentleman. "Here, take my arm to get across."

Jane Lancaster placed her hand on his arm, stepped across, and while she was at it, gave it a few good squeezes.

Jean Hughes looked as if he’d been flirted with, staring at her in surprise before turning his head away, somewhat shyly.

Alvin Lancaster, who saw the whole thing: "..."

’It’s over, it’s over! My sister is harassing an innocent man!’

"Uh, Jay was just curious, that’s all," Alvin Lancaster explained awkwardly. "Jay, you can look at my muscles instead."

Jean Hughes smiled gracefully. "It’s alright. If she wants to look, she’s free to look."

Jane Lancaster said, "I wasn’t looking at his muscles. I was just testing the feel, to see if I could pull off a back throw."

Jim Jenson thought she was provoking him. "What, are you saying you want to try a back throw on me?"

Alvin Lancaster quickly defended his sister. "Don’t assume she’s talking about you. We didn’t say your name."

’Although, I also think my sister *was* provoking him.’

’Leading us down a path like this after dark... his intentions were all too obvious.’

Jean Hughes snapped back to reality. "Jim, don’t be so aggressive. The young lady was surely just joking."

Since he had spoken up, and Henry Hughes also helped smooth things over, the tense atmosphere was finally calmed. They were just a few steps away from the mansion.

Jane Lancaster let out a faint sigh.

’Sigh... Why won’t anyone believe me? I really wasn’t joking. I’d seriously love to give that Hughes guy a good toss.’

Alvin Lancaster: "..."

’Wait a minute, which "Hughes guy"? Don’t tell me she means Jean Hughes!’

’But why? Jean Hughes’s behavior has been impeccable this whole time. Jim Jenson, on the other hand, is full of malice—he’s obviously the bad guy.’

Reggie was a handsome, beautiful Samoyed. You could tell his owner treated him very well; his snow-white fur was clean and perfectly groomed.

Alvin Lancaster liked him the moment he saw him. He was just as cute as in the videos!

Jean Hughes crouched down, stroking the dog’s head. Looking up and seeing the gleam in Alvin’s eyes, he asked, "Would you like to pet him?"

"Can I?" Alvin asked, already reaching out to give the dog’s fur a good ruffle.

’So incredibly cute!’

Reggie also wagged his tail happily.

Jean Hughes said, "Reggie is very gentle. Even though he was badly hurt when he was little, he still trusts and likes people. A dog is forever man’s most loyal friend."

Alvin Lancaster couldn’t agree more. He’d always found dogs adorable and sometimes found scrolling through animal videos to be very healing.

Jane Lancaster noticed someone going out the back door. "Who’s that?"

"My assistant. He’s in charge of filming videos and looking after Reggie," Jean Hughes answered casually.

Jane Lancaster: "No, the one wearing the leather jacket."

The person was talking to Jean Hughes’s assistant and vanished from the doorway in a flash.

Jean Hughes paused for a moment, then turned to look at Jim Jenson.

Jim Jenson frowned. "Just a gardener who came to trim the lawn today. Why are you so nosy?"

Jane Lancaster: "Can’t I even ask? Why are you getting so hostile? If you don’t want to answer, you don’t have to. I wasn’t asking you anyway."

Jean Hughes quickly interjected, "It’s my fault for not being clear. Apart from my assistant, Jim arranges for all the workers at this mansion. So only Jim can answer that."

Jane Lancaster: "Well, you should be careful then. In 70% of criminal cases, the perpetrator is an acquaintance."

Jim Jenson immediately blew up. "What are you trying to say? Are you implying I would commit a crime against Young Master Hughes? Jane Lancaster, don’t push it!"

Jane Lancaster looked astonished. "I was talking about the gardener, not targeting you. Not long ago, when we were on vacation, my Third Brother was lured out and kidnapped by people pretending to be his friends. Those people were even planning to sneak into our villa and take us all out at once. Luckily, we called the police in time and got away."

Alvin Lancaster nodded hastily. That was absolutely true.

Jean Hughes looked amazed. After hearing the story, he couldn’t help but exclaim, "Thank you for the reminder. I’ll be careful."

Jim Jenson: "..."

’Damn it, this is driving me crazy.’

After the two had seen the dog, Alvin Lancaster took the initiative to say their goodbyes. Jean Hughes invited them to come visit again whenever they had time.

As the siblings walked back, Jane Lancaster saw Alvin Lancaster looking thoughtful and couldn’t help but ask, "What’s wrong?"

Alvin Lancaster snapped out of it. "Nothing. By the way, why did you ask about that gardener in the leather jacket?"

He asked, feigning casualness.

Jane Lancaster: "I can’t be sure, but I just have a feeling he’s not a good person."

’This is where I have to bring up that useless Sys. It can’t even find this out? It missed key information last time, and now it’s happening again.’

’I even had to find the leather-jacket guy from the original text all by myself! Hey, what’s the deal?’

The system, unsurprisingly, played dead and didn’t respond.