But now, they have started speculating about the emergence of a little lord.

Otherwise, why has the monarch’s fiancee not left her residence for so many days?

In fact, the reason was that Hannah was too focused on taking care of Tree Star, such that in these three days, Arnold Simmons barely had a chance to speak with Hannah.

Every time he tried to approach the basement, he was intercepted by Rosa.

With Hannah not by his side, there was no one to translate for it, so whatever it said fell on everyone else’s ears as mere barking.

Just like now.

It blocked Arnold Simmons, who was about to enter, "You’re not allowed in, the master is busy, don’t disturb her!"

Arnold Simmons looked down at it with confusion as it kept barking non-stop, trying to understand, "Are you hungry?"

"Don’t think about bribing me with food, I am very steadfast, even if you tempt me with three big chicken drumsticks, five grilled steaks, and ten pork knuckles, I will not waver. In my heart, the master is more important than these foods!"

Still unable to understand, Arnold Simmons could only have someone prepare Rosa’s lunch.

Rosa was annoyed, hopping up and down in urgency, "I’ve said it, I’m not hungry!"

"It seems you really are hungry." Arnold Simmons patted its head and then instructed, "Add another chicken leg, please."

Rosa, irritated, scratched at the ground with its paws, "Man, you can’t buy me with that stuff!"

Even if you are the villain, sir!

In Rosa’s eyes, there was a certain gap between the Arnold Simmons of Blue Star and the current Arnold Simmons.

That gap was the face.

Rosa wasn’t Hannah, who could recognize Arnold Simmons with just a pair of eyes.

So its current state was not being very familiar with Arnold Simmons, and this not very familiar man was even trying to steal away its master.

Extremely angry.

Arnold Simmons looked up into the interior, but Rosa immediately jumped up to block his view.

He sighed, "So hungry you’re out of strength."

Rosa: "...You’re the one out of strength."

"Add a grilled steak to the order," Arnold Simmons added.

Rosa, very aloof, scoffed, "Hah, man!"

Ten minutes later, the prepared lunch was brought up.

Since it was an artificial intelligence and not a real pet dog, there was no need to worry about Rosa eating meat and having health issues due to too much salt or losing fur.

The servant, holding a tray, took out a bowl specially made for Rosa.

As an artificial intelligence dog, Rosa received the treatment of an honored guest in Arnold Simmons’s residence; even its food and water bowls were customized, each even had a miniature version of itself painted on them.

Rosa was quite pleased with this, but still very arrogantly reprimanded Arnold Simmons, "Do you think these little tricks can please me? Of course not... crunch crunch... Who am I? I am Rosa, a loyal dog willing to stick with the master through the ups and downs of a crumbling storyline... crunch crunch..."

It grumbled while munching away.

Arnold Simmons leaned against the wall, looking down at it, and couldn’t help but chuckle, "You’ve got a good appetite there, dog."

"Who’s a dog? I’m not, you are, crunch crunch." Rosa didn’t even look up. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

It ate so earnestly that it didn’t even notice when Arnold Simmons crossed its line of defense and entered the basement.

All this could only be blamed on the excellent cuisine in the Simmons household.

When Arnold Simmons arrived at the basement, Hannah was climbing the stairs to check the exact damage to Tree Star’s mechanical arm.

She held a specialized diagnostic monitor in her hands, her sleek black hair tied back in a ponytail, her face smudged with a bit of dirt, looking up with a focused and earnest expression.