Chapter 970

　　Algernon had always championed frugality, absolutely despising any form of extravagance or waste. 　　Yet here he was, willingly authorizing such extravagant spending on an outsider! 　　It was entirely unnatural. 　　And then there was Misha. Heaven only knew what game she was playing—half a month had already slipped by, and she hadn't thrown a single tantrum or demanded to move back into the packhouse once. 　　Bonnie had snuck out to the back gardens to check on the construction progress. 　　Not only had Algernon ordered his prized, meticulously tended orchids dug up and cleared away to aggressively expand the grounds, but the main skeleton was already taking clear shape. 　　It was unmistakably a private miniature playground, fully outfitted with every imaginable amenity for young pups. 　　He had even had an entire grove of towering red maples shipped in overnight from miles away to be replanted in the courtyard. As for Tabitha's suite, an entire floor of the estate had been completely gutte