Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back! ( Leanne Castillo ) novel Chapter 447

After getting his heart trampled on in the game of love, Mr. Perez found himself fueled by a rare surge of ambition, boldly declaring his intent to dive into the world of entrepreneurship.

His parents were over the moon with pride, immediately pledging their full support. That was until Devin laid out his grand plan for cyber pets and nonchalantly asked for a cool billion dollars to get things off the ground.

His dad was up and out of his seat in a flash, mumbling something about a meeting. His mom, not to be outdone, whipped out her phone and made her escape under the guise of arranging a tea date with Penelope.

Devin then shifted his eyes to the only family member left in the room, Hubert, who couldn't make a quick getaway due to his age.

With a befuddled look, Hubert asked, "What kind of dog costs that much?"

In the end, Devin managed to secure four hundred million from Hubert who wanted Devin to be happy in his unconditional adoration. An additional sixty percent of the investment came from Curtis.

Curtis, generous but not easily blinded like Hubert, demanded a solid business plan in exchange for his investment.

Three months flew by, and Devin was back with his team and a detailed presentation for his angel investors.

"Our bionic quadruped robot will be equipped with thirty-six micro motors to achieve high-intensity, precise movements, closely mimicking a real dog," Devin began, his team nodding along. "Its vision, hearing, and touch will be powered by seventy-two sensors, twelve cameras, and ultrasonic radar. It'll have facial and voice recognition. We're throwing in an AI processor to read human emotions and respond accordingly.

In layman's terms, it'll cuddle you when you're sad, wag its tail when you're happy, do backflips when you wanna play, and stay quiet when you're busy. Plus, it won't make a mess or, you know."

Devin couldn't help but roll his eyes, "Can we introduce something else, please?"

The team's lead engineer zipped his lips, apologizing to Mr. Perez with a sheepish grin.

The sun was blazing that August day, casting a noble simplicity over Curtis, who sat with his back to the window.

Devin, hopeful, asked, "So, what do you think?"