Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

In Lawrence’s residence, Bettany still maintained her posture, sitting crossed arms on the couch and looking extremely irritated.

As the CEO of Crawford Holdings, Anthony seemed to have attracted quite a lot of attention.

The wedding must go on! It had to be a grand affair, known far and wide!

While Bettany contemplated these matters, everyone assumed she was still angry and dared not even breathe loudly.

Lilly held onto Gilbert’s arm, and he, in turn, wrapped his arm around her tiny figure, as they pretended to admire a painting.

“What are you two whispering about?” Bettany asked.

Instantly, Lilly, like a provoked kitten shook her head repeatedly, “Nothing, Granny! It’s really nothing!”

Granny is indeed powerful!

Lilly thought she should learn a thing or two from Bettany. If she encountered someone like King of Cities again, she could surely put him in his place without hesitation.

David smiled and said, “Well, Mrs. Crawford, would you like some tea?”

Bettany finally realized she had let her anger show and immediately put her hands down, sitting gracefully.

She smiled, “Sure, thank you.”

David said hurriedly, “Not a problem.” He could not help but think that Bettany was not only powerful with her words but also lightning-fast at changing expressions.

Lilly looked at the ruined painting and felt a pang of regret. She picked up a pen and attempted to salvage it… and turned the fallen watercolor into a cute little bee.

“Ta-da!” Lilly held up the painting. “Master Lambert, look! It’s beautiful now!”

mood had been completely ruined by Violet’s words, and

still doesn’t look good,”

don’t believe me, hang this painting up,

amused by her words. The way this little girl

a joke about a great master who painted a masterpiece and hung it in a gallery. People gathered in front of the painting, criticizing and calling it a mess. But then someone reminded them that it was

listened attentively, seeming

something was beautiful or not

not be beautiful, but it was the total opposite in the case of a famous painter. The painting remained the same,

we had abstract art, impressionism, and various schools popping up, each with their own teachings on how to paint abstractly

see the

no point to do this anymore, and even his eagerness to recover from his illness seemed to be fading

she said, “Master Lawrence, you’re not honest. On one hand, you’re telling me that beauty is subjective, and it depends

this fleeting moment, something seemed to have flashed

to her feet and helped Lawrence

going

Lawrence snap back to his senses and refused quickly, “It’s

know about acupuncture? I have

do you remember that I was in a wheelchair three

else, while a wave

Gilbert nodded certainly this

usually tell anyone about

a secret. If others were to find out that a three-year-old child was capable of treating her crippled grandmother, the scientists would definitely conduct researches

some reason, Lawrence regained

observed the scene with much interest. Gilbert was sitting on the couch and at this time, his

Anthony? Tell me! I promise