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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up at the parrot perched on its head,

someone willing to

get going! We should take 1

was Grandma who took

back home first. If they didn’t

a doghouse at the front door

it was an animal and perhaps it would prefer the wide open spaces. Forcing it to be adopted might not be

the decision made, Blake drove off with Lilly and

had been killed…. Blake reached into the

placed the dog

body bag in the trunk. Who carries a body bag around like that? What was this guy

On the other side.

four-bedroom apartment that appeared more like an office. Several desks were stattered in the living room, with a few employees busy

leave with a young and beautiful woman. Upon seeing the man’s return, he exclaimed,

thing the man did was wash his hands, remarking, “I just touched a stray dog earlier.

car, but he still felt dirty. Only after using hand

you guys heading?”

the assistant replied,

to one of the employees in the living room

make sure to edit this video,”

and immediately exclaimed, No

fantastic.”

the video and

enthusiasm.

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this place was

living room, each responsible for managing 50 to 100 accounts.

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

the 100 accounts they managed, if 10 of them could gain over 50,000 followers, it would be considered a success. The boss himself had an account with over 500,000 followers, making it the studio’s

beautiful woman’s account ranked second, with over 300,000 followers. Her goal now was to

doing so, she would earn additional

a hint of sunset painting the sky in hues

down wolf-like dog, forcing a bottle of rat poison into its

a stray, was emaciated and too weak to

eyes filled with despair, before struggling and staggering

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

notify you when the poison takes effect. You just need to pretend that you stumbled upon it and

woman let out a disdainful snort and

was filthy, and if it weren’t for the sake of authenticity, she wouldn’t have wanted

after watching the boss’s video just now, she knew she had to give her all and