Chapter 395 - 393: The ’Worse Off Than a Pig’ Series, Part 2

"This is all part of my job. Now, we’ll just have to see what Wayne Payne does. An intentional injury charge is much more serious than just getting high on something."

Melody Monroe nodded. Keith Coleman’s move was truly ruthless.

"Keith, is three thousand a month a little too low for you?"

"Are you giving me a raise?" Keith Coleman’s face lit up with excitement.

Melody Monroe held up one hand.

Keith: ’Five hundred... thousand? No, impossible. Fifty thousand? Also impossible! It must be a raise to five thousand, right?’ A wave of secret delight washed over him.

’At the very least, he was getting a raise!’

’As for how many zeros came after it, that didn’t matter. They were all zeros anyway.’

"I’ll raise your salary by five hundred a month."

Keith: ????!

He pulled a card from his pocket, handed it to Melody Monroe, and turned to run out the door!

It was too heartbreaking! He needed to be consoled.

Melody Monroe looked at the card, a knot of nervousness tightening in her chest.

Her phone suddenly chimed with a notification. She opened it and saw that it was, as expected, from Evan Fairchild.

She changed out of her clothes, draped a bathrobe over herself to disguise herself as someone heading to the hot springs, and walked out.

She finally managed to get on the elevator, and thankfully, it was empty.

Suddenly, there was a stir at her feet. She looked down to see a pair of beady black eyes staring up at her!

"Whoa! Bunny, you scared me to death!" Melody Monroe quickly scooped Bunny up and stuffed him into her spacious bathrobe.

’This pig... wasn’t he sound asleep just now? How did he sneak out and follow me?’

’Oh well, I’ll just take him to Evan Fairchild’s place. It would be bad if someone saw me trying to put him back now.’

Cradling a pig in her arms, Melody Monroe passed through the hot springs area.

Shannon Paxton was soaking in a hot spring with a few other people when she saw a fleeting figure.

"That person... looks like Melody Monroe."

"No way. It’s a pregnant woman."

"That’s right, her belly is so big."

Shannon Paxton still felt it looked familiar, but perhaps she had been mistaken.

Melody Monroe sprinted the rest of the way, swiping the card to open the glass door in front of her.

Once she was through this door, she would be safe.

"Oh, Bunny, Bunny, why do I feel so guilty? It’s like I’m a thief!" Melody Monroe said, cuddling the little pig as she walked down the long corridor.

As soon as she stepped out, the villa where Evan Fairchild lived came into view.

Evan Fairchild was sitting in the living room. He had already seen Melody Monroe’s figure on the security monitor.

’But what’s with this look?’

’What’s that she’s holding in her arms?’

Melody Monroe pushed the door open and bumped right into Evan Fairchild’s chest.

Evan Fairchild looked down at her.

A pig’s head poked out from her bathrobe.

Evan Fairchild: ...

Bunny: OINK OINK~

Evan Fairchild grabbed the pig and pulled it right out!

"Be gentle!" Melody Monroe cried, her heart aching for the pig. She tried to take it, but Evan Fairchild blocked her, slid open the balcony door, and tossed the pig out!

"You’ll hurt him!" Melody Monroe chased after them nervously.

SPLASH! The sound of something hitting the water rang out.

Evan Fairchild swung his long arm out and scooped Melody Monroe back.

"Bunny!" Melody Monroe yelled.

On the surface of the swimming pool, a pig’s head emerged. It looked around, completely bewildered, and started paddling its short little legs toward the edge.

When it reached the edge, it turned back around and started splashing about in the water, as if it really liked the pool.

"I’m raising him for Ian! I already told him about it. What was I supposed to tell Ian if you’d killed him by throwing him like that?"

Evan Fairchild took her hand and gestured for her to look outside.

Melody Monroe saw the pig she had been so worried about swimming happily in the water, and her expression went blank.

’So, there was a swimming pool out here.’

’And apparently, pigs can swim!’

Seeing her so worried about a pig left a sour taste in Evan Fairchild’s mouth.