Timmy's heart jumped suddenly as he stared intently at the hydrogen balloon. Was there some wind blowing it?

He quickly grabbed a wet towel beside him and smashed it hard onto the balloon, causing it to move to one side and become still.

He breathed a sigh of relief and lost the mood for a bath.

He quickly put on his bathrobe, cursed to himself, and left the bathroom to pour himself a glass of wine to calm his nerves.

Halfway through the glass, Timmy suddenly realized that he didn't have any hydrogen balloons at home!

He turned his head sharply and looked toward the bathroom with a tingling sensation on his scalp. There he saw the hydrogen balloon floating out again.

This time it was even more eerie.

Not only did it float out, but it also turned corners. It floated and floated... passed through the door of the cloakroom, rounded the sofa, and headed straight toward him.

In the middle of the night, in an empty room, a balloon suddenly floated in, directly at him. Who wouldn't be scared?

Timmy was so frightened that he stepped back continuously and hit the floor-to-ceiling glass window with a loud thud.

In order to have an unobstructed view, his mansion had a complete floor-to-ceiling glass window.

At this moment, he was stuck to the glass, staring at the balloon and screaming hysterically, "Stay away!"

The hydrogen balloon was shaped like a gray cat.

As Timmy looked at the cat's eyes on the balloon, he felt increasingly familiar.

He had helped draw blood from a gray cat before, and had killed it because he drew too much blood.

But could it be so mystical?

As the balloon approached, Timmy grabbed it fiercely and popped it with a loud bang.

The house was suddenly quiet...

Then he heard a very light and eerie laughter behind him, "Giggle, giggle..."

Timmy's hairs stood on end, and he turned around suddenly. But he saw a woman standing outside the glass window, he didn't know when she had appeared.

She had her face pressed against the glass, her hair hanging down, expressionless, and her two eyes staring straight at him.

This woman was too ugly. At first glance, he was almost scared to death.

Timmy screamed and retreated continuously, then fell to the ground with a loud thud. When he looked up again, there was nothing outside the glass window, as if it was all his imagination.

A ghost...? This is too bizarre!

Timmy got up in fear and saw a pair of feet in front of him... as he looked up, he saw the ugly female ghost he had just encountered. "Ah, ah, ah!"

Timmy ran away with his feet open, stumbling and falling down, hitting his forehead hard on the coffee table, instantly causing it to bleed.

As he just made it downstairs, he suddenly felt that something was even more wrong. There was a strange smell in the air... before he could even think about what that smell was, he saw a scene that made his scalp tingle.

The lobby on the first floor was densely packed with cats. Black cats, tabbies, Persians, orange cats... black, white, yellow, gray, and spotted... old, young, big, small... Their green, shiny eyes stared at him, emitting low growls from their throats.

Soon, strange cat cries came from all directions, and Timmy didn't know which cat was making the sharp sound.

All of a sudden, all the cats rushed towards him! Timmy had caught so many stray cats, but he had never been so scared before.

He turned around and ran, but how could he outrun the cats?

He was still inside the house when he was surrounded by cats that clawed him with their sharp claws, causing his skin to open up.

"Help... help!" Timmy stumbled and ran out of the house, screaming for help.

Some cats were tearing at his ears, some were using their sharp claws to hook his eyes, and some were biting his neck.

Timmy kept screaming in agony...

To make matters worse, he heard a loud bang, and the house exploded!

Timmy finally remembered what the smell was earlier—it was the smell of gas leaking!

Modern gas stoves have safety valves and are not prone to leaks, but Timmy never dreamed that his mansion would be blown up by gas.

He didn't know when the cats had all disappeared.

Timmy was thrown out by a gust of wind and slammed into a large stone in the garden, and he immediately fainted.

The sound of a fire engine siren pierced the night sky, and the wild cats that had just crowded the villa had long since vanished without a trace, as if they had never been there.

The fire was huge and burned Timmy's house to the ground.

The luxury cars in the underground garage were also scrapped.

Everything was burned to ashes, and not even a pair of pants were left behind.

It's morning.

Timmy, who was sent to the hospital for treatment and ran back, is wearing a bathrobe with nothing underneath.

He stares dumbly at his burnt-down house, which had no fire insurance.

The accident was caused by his gas pipe being bitten by a cat. Insurance won't pay, and the government won't either.

In one night, he lost everything, including the mansion and luxury car he was proud of just yesterday.

Timmy is at a loss, sitting on the ground with his feet giving out.

What can he do now that he has nothing left?

And all of this was caused by a cat - can he even seek compensation from it?

But it's not over yet. Just as Timmy is trying to come to terms with reality, he is suddenly handcuffed.

"Timmy, you have violated someone's portrait rights and profited from it by 100,000 dollars. The evidence is conclusive, and now the other party is suing you!"

The act of profiting by violating someone's portrait rights carries a sentence of up to three years.

Timmy's heart sinks, and he is furious.

"You've got the wrong person! When did I violate someone's portrait rights? I didn't do it!"

The police officer takes out a video, the one with Pinky in it, where Kellen appeared for just two seconds.

"Is this not a violation of portrait rights?"

"I'll appeal! I'm innocent! Those two seconds were shot unintentionally!" Timmy shouts.

The police officer sneers, "Okay, take it up with the judge!"

"Furthermore, two years ago, you purchased a luxury car from Steve, which was obtained by theft. You knew it was a stolen vehicle and cooperated, even actively and through illegal means, to purchase it at a low price. The amount involved in the case is huge, and according to Article 312 of the Criminal Law, Concealment and Concealment of Criminal Proceeds and Income, you could face three to seven years in prison."

With two charges combined, Timmy is taken away in handcuffs and thrown into prison.

Timmy thought he only needed to serve three years in prison, but he didn't expect to end up spending seven years working as a seamstress.

Now he's in a tough spot...

As for the other employees in his studio, Rick, his assistant, and two others, they were doxed by an angry and irrational netizen. Their personal information was exposed, including their addresses, phone numbers, and even their hometowns and the phone numbers of their parents, siblings, and friends.

Suddenly, they became the target of public outrage, and were scolded by their families and friends.

They couldn't find work and had to resort to short-term manual labor just to get by. They regretted their actions deeply.

Finally, there was Pinky.

Her parents took her back in when they found out what she had been doing.

They had chosen to remain silent when they first learned about her activities, and even accepted the money she sent them without any qualms.

But now, not only have they lost all the money, but they also have to take care of a paralyzed Pinky, which infuriated her father.

"I told you not to do those immoral things! You're getting what you deserve now!"

"I'm embarrassed to even say it out loud! I don't have a daughter like you!"

Pinky couldn't say a word, she could only cry.

When they were taking her money, they didn't say a word about not wanting it!

Pinky was in tears, with no hope for the rest of her life. She thought of Kellen's handsome face and felt as if her heart was being torn apart...

She had a chance to be with him!

If fate had brought them together, it meant she had the good fortune to be with him! So why was fate so cruel as to take him away from her?

She wouldn't accept it!