Chapter 457

"3, 2, 1—Action!"

The clapperboard snapped shut, its sharp sound echoing across the set. The camera lens slowly focused on the sleek black cat.

The cat remained motionless.

A ruler of the underworld, reduced to performing for humans?

Its golden slit eyes narrowed as it shot a cold glance at Grace standing nearby.

Tiffany Versta, playing the supporting role, held the cat with sweaty palms.

Why did this feline radiate more presence than an A-list actor?

She just wanted to wrap up this scene and binge-watch short videos.

"Little majesty, give us something!"

Beads of sweat formed on the director's forehead. Luna had sworn this cat could act, and he'd foolishly agreed.

"Director, wait!"

Luna rummaged through her bag and pulled out half a can of fish treats, her eyes lighting up.

"Wu Cang, you can do it!"

She held a treat near the cat's mouth.

The cat turned its head away with disdain. "This king would never—"

A second treat appeared.

"..."

The irresistible aroma filled its nostrils. Against its will, the cat swallowed hard.

"Just this once." It snatched the treat and devoured it in three bites.

Luna grinned, stroking its head. "More after filming!"

The cat huffed but reluctantly obliged.

"Action!"

Tiffany cradled the cat, her eyes flashing malice. "Once we're inside, scratch that woman's face!"

The cat lazily turned its gaze toward Grace, golden pupils contracting slightly.

As the camera zoomed in, the cat leaped from Tiffany's arms and strolled gracefully across the lawn.

Luna dangled another treat, whispering, "Wu Cang, look—a butterfly!"

The cat glanced at the snack and resigned itself to the performance.

It pounced toward the flowers, rolled playfully in the grass, then sprang lightly onto a trellis.

When the butterfly fluttered away, the cat seized the moment—

Grace's pupils dilated.

Those golden eyes seemed to paralyze her. She could almost hear claws unsheathing.

"Grace!" Oliver rushed forward.

The cat's paw swiped toward Grace's face—

At the last second, razor-sharp claws retracted.

Pat.

A soft paw pad gently tapped her cheek.

Oliver collided with Grace, sending them tumbling to the ground.

Their lips met. Time froze.

The set fell silent.

Luna's eyes widened, her mouth forming a perfect "O."

So the romance novels Mom read were based on truth!