Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 62 Your Brain’s Rotted From Being Dead

When Ivan saw Lilly staring at him with large shining eyes, he immediately stiffened his spine and straightened up, pursing his lips slightly. “What now?”

Lilly counted busily on her fingers before exclaiming, “Wow! Ivan, this is the most number of words you’ve ever spoken! That’s so cool!” All along, she had been under the impression that he could only speak five words at a time!

Ivan just stared at her, lost for words. He thought she would compliment him for knowing so much…

Jonas smiled faintly, then shifted to a more comfortable position and propped his chin against his palm, watching the two little rascals. Children were children, after all, and they came up with the oddest observations.

**

Once the ribbon-cutting ceremony finished, Lilly fell asleep because she had eaten too much.

While Jonas carried her carefully, Anthony came over and took off his dress jacket, draping it over her sleeping form. The two men slipped past the barrage of cameras everywhere on the red carpet, carefully shielding their precious little burden. Bidding Colton goodnight, they made their way to their car and departed.

Ivan stood at the entrance, quietly watching as the two Crawford brothers drove off.

“Let’s go, son!” Colton told him.

Ivan sighed and took a last look at the car vanishing in the distance. If he met Lilly again, he would give her two sweets. Two, because she liked eating them, and not three because he was afraid she might get cavities…

A short, chubby middle-aged man stood beside the Shaws’ car. With a smile, he bid Colton goodnight. This gentleman was very short, standing only around five feet four or so. The buttons of his dress jacket strained against his rotund beer belly; they looked as if they would pop off any moment.

This was Valentine Taylor, the CEO of Taylor Entertainment.

Valentine’s mother had given birth to two sets of twins, all boys. During her third pregnancy, she had hoped for a daughter and had named the child in her womb “Valentine” for luck.

However, the baby turned out to be a boy instead.

Mrs. Taylor had been so disappointed that she had not bothered to think of another name, so “Valentine” had stuck.

After sending off the Shaws and the Crawfords, the tension in Valentine’s shoulders eased considerably. “That little Crawford brat…” Something enigmatic flickered in his eyes for a moment. “She really is a little devil!”

fallen ill with some bizarre sickness, and Valentine had heard the story of how Lilly had literally brought young Ivan Shaw back from the dead. Furthermore, everyone

the little Crawford devil

over immediately and bake a cake for her on the spot. Just remember that the Little Miss can’t have anything too sweet,

at him blankly in confusion. Why would something like this need to be noted

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still half-asleep and dreaming when she sensed she was being stared at. She turned and squinted, then realized that an old woman was standing in front of her. This old lady was dressed in what seemed to be a green vintage dress, and her gaze was

woke up immediately. Her eyes sprang

gave Pablo a shock, and

I saw an

was startled. “What did she look

described the old lady. “Her eyes were all sunken in and hollow; her cheeks too. Her eyes

you seen her

her head.

hollow cheeks, and

she had actually seen him in person.

meant that the souls of the dead

was very grave as he asked, “Tulip, have you dreamed about

looking puzzled. “Master, what’s wrong?” Her master’s expression seemed very

me, okay?” Pablo told her.

blurry from sleep. Rubbing her eyes, she answered with a yawn, “Of course I do! Master, are you trying to test me? Mommy asked you to

he had agreed to take Lilly under his wing for a while, and that would be it. After that, he had discovered that it was not so easy to protect the girl; he needed to earn

As for today…

Lilly’s name. It read, “If she

an ability like this only possible if

mere coincidence that he had encountered the newly

the jar of

held up her hand in response. Around her fair, plump wrist was a slender red cord with a tiny urn-shaped