Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Violet, now fully conscious, found herself instantly facing the accusations of everyone in the room. David even dared to call her shameless, while Lawrence stared at her sternly. But what hurt her the most were Anthony’s words…

Violet quickly explained to Anthony, “Mr. Anthony, that’s not what I meant. I-I wasn’t trying to slander Mrs. Crawford…”

She tried to explain, but was suddenly interrupted by Lisa’s excited shout, “Get out!”

The room fell silent.

Anthony and Gilbert remained silent, knowing what Lisa was about to do.

David and Lawrence, on the other hand, assumed Lisa was also drunk and remained silent.

Then, to everyone’s surprise, Lisa reached out, grabbed Violet, and threw her out of the room.

Bang!

After tossing Violet out, Lisa sneered, closed the door, and locked it.

Silence filled the room.

David watched in astonishment! Mrs. Crawford had such strength?! She could lift Violet effortlessly? She looked so delicate!

Gilbert commented, “Lisa is being conservative today; usually, she lifts them with both hands.”

Anthony nodded, “Hmm… not bad, she knows how to pick her moments.”

Lilly, absentmindedly munching on her snacks, added, “Munch munch… Huh? Is the fight over? Munch munch…”

Outside the door, Violet couldn’t believe it. She was too shocked to even move for a good five seconds, maintaining her awkward landing position. It took her a while to regain her composure…

guests stared at Violet with

tangled mess, her well-fitted pencil skirt hiked up, revealing a pair of X-shaped panties that sharply contrasted with her sophisticated

looked so proper on the surface, but who

you, with wandering eyes! Need some glasses? Or do

of those hostesses, and then got thrown

angry, quickly stood up, straightened

thrown out? She

humiliated? She rushed to the door handle of the private

door was locked from the

the people

that she almost fell backward. Trembling,

ended awkwardly but without losing its sense of

and self-reproach, “I should have disciplined her.

shook his head slightly, “It’s not Mr.

unnecessary! And my granny says that if the root is crooked, no matter how much

moved, seeing how much the little girl had changed in three

then, she was innocent and adorable, seemingly oblivious to the ways of the

enduring bullying

different. She had gained knowledge and seemed to

could a child have experienced such

the unrealistic thoughts from

After falling ill, I realized that

to believe that sacrificing one’s life for art was worth it, but I discovered it wasn’t like that at all. All those great painters, international

chuckled, becoming more tolerant

little friend. Come visit me when you have time!” Lawrence got into

after school, I’ll come and find