As Noah Drexler finished speaking, the butler was momentarily stunned, glancing around before noticing the little creature in Summer Shawcross's arms, at which point a look of alarm appeared on his face.
"Madam, you're pregnant, how can you hold a dog!" The butler hurried over, reaching out to take the puppy from her arms.
Seeing this, Summer instinctively took a step back, warily eyeing the butler.
"I don't care, I want to keep it!" she pouted and said.
The butler looked helpless and had to gently persuade her.
"Madam, it's better to give it to me. Raising such a creature in the house, running around and making noise everywhere, really is a bit of a hassle."
"In such a large place, what's the problem with having a dog?" Summer glanced at the butler but spoke with a hint of discontent.
Seeing that Summer was unwilling to let go, the butler could only helplessly turn to look at Noah Drexler.
Noah stared at her for a moment, eventually hardening his heart and saying.
