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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dog’s eyes narrowed slightly, looking up at the parrot perched on its head, then

willing to

get going! We should take 1 you for a

time Bellflower came back, it was Grandma who took it for a

bring the dog back home first. If they didn’t enjoy staying with the Crawford family, she would let

set up a doghouse at the front door

it was an animal and perhaps it would

decision made, Blake drove off with Lilly and the dog,

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

carefully placed the dog

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

On the other side.

that appeared more like an office. Several

was preparing to leave with a young and beautiful woman. Upon seeing

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

used wet wipes in the car, but he still felt dirty. Only

are you guys heading?” he

next to the assistant replied, “Boss, we’re

one of the employees in the living room and

make sure to edit

the video and immediately exclaimed, No wonder you’re the boss. The

fantastic.”

video and nodded

enthusiasm.

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turned out, this

of five employees in the living room, each responsible for managing 50 to 100 accounts.

reposted funny videos created by others, while others salvaged imperfect yet. valuable videos by

be considered a success. The boss himself had an account

over 300,000 followers. Her goal

would earn additional bonus

hint of sunset painting the sky

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

stray, was emaciated and too weak to

before struggling

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

don’t think so… I’ll follow it and notify you when the poison takes effect. You just need to pretend that you stumbled upon it

let out a disdainful snort

the

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