Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 417 Their Lives, Merely Currency in Their Eyes.

Polly tilted her head, peering through the spaceship window at the dog outside. Suddenly, she grabbed the zipper with her beak, pulled it open, and stood atop the pet carrier, fixated on the stray dog.

In her tiny little mind, she contemplated something unknown, her demeanor shifting from contemplation to excitement as she spun in circles on top of the carrier.

As Polly remained silent, Blake broke the silence, saying, “Let’s take them to a rescue center.”

They needed to find a reputable and responsible stray animal rescue center, a place where they could be assured of their safety.

These two dogs appeared to be strays, with dirty fur and emaciated bodies.

Through the layers of dirt, faint markings on their bodies revealed their mixed breed heritage a blend of Labrador Retrievers with some other breeds, resembling a bit of a mutt upon first glance.

Yet, the dog cautiously took a step back, its eyes filled with sadness and fear.

It wasn’t sure if these two humans before it was like the previous one, offering hope only to disappear.

Just like the numerous passersby who paused, their gazes lingering momentarily, before ultimately Heaving with indifference.

Though the dog didn’t comprehend the concept of “the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment,” the despair and darkness that came with being abandoned by its owner made it too meek to ask for more.

The dog bit onto its companion’s lifeless body, struggling to drag it towards the nearby bushes. However, it was too weak, unable to move it no matter how hard it bied.

Grace frowned and said, “Forget it, let’s take them with us.”

She turned her head, wearing an expression of disdain

Lilly noticed that Grace shared her thoughts and exclaimed cheerfully, “See? Gracie thinks just like me! We’re on the same wavelength!”

Grace responded with a roll of her eyes, her lips subtly witching into a small smile before quickly straightening, reverting to her cold and composed demeanor.

Lilly turned her head again and asked, “What do you think, Polly?”

“Mr. Tortoise, what about you?”

Mr. Tortoise remained silent, as expected. It had nothing to say. The more commotion there was outside, the more peaceful its days became.

Look at that annoying parrot pestering it since they left even using its back as a grindstone for its beak.

Suddenly, Polly flew onto the dog’s head, tapping its skill and shaking her head, “Hey! Call me Daddy!”

She had somehow learned Lilly’s “magic” and even minicked her voice perfectly.

The group exchanged bewildered looks.

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and honest dog’s eyes narrowed slightly, looking up at the parrot perched on its head, then shifting its gaze to

someone willing to endure anything, allowing

beyond her years, sighed, “Well then, let’s get going! We should take 1 you for a bath

was Grandma who took it for

a moment, deciding to bring the dog back home first. If they didn’t enjoy staying with the Crawford family,

to set up a doghouse at the front door

all, it was an animal and perhaps it would prefer the

the decision made, Blake drove off with Lilly and the

been killed…. Blake reached into the trunk and retrieved a body

carefully placed the dog

was truly speechless, discovering that Blake had a body bag in the trunk.

On the other side.

spacious four-bedroom apartment that appeared more like an office. Several desks were stattered in the

assistant, was preparing to leave with a young and beautiful woman. Upon seeing the man’s return, he

his hands, remarking, “I

he still felt

you guys heading?” he

replied, “Boss, we’re

of the employees in the living room and said, “Go

Warren, make sure to edit this video,”

exclaimed, No wonder you’re

fantastic.”

video and nodded in agreement before heading out with

enthusiasm.

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it turned out, this

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by others, while others salvaged imperfect yet. valuable videos by editing them and posting

of the 100 accounts they managed, if 10 of them could gain over 50,000 followers, it would be considered a success.

followers. Her goal now was to surpass the boss’s account and gain more

she would earn additional bonus

a hint of sunset painting the

a man and a woman held down wolf-like

stray, was emaciated and too weak

before struggling and staggering away, its

furrowed her brow and asked, “You didn’t poison it to

takes effect. You just need to pretend that you stumbled upon

a disdainful snort

the sake of authenticity, she wouldn’t have wanted to

just now, she knew she had to give her all and work