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!”

completely ruined by Violet’s words, and he was actually hurt by

still doesn’t look good,”

way! If you don’t believe me, hang this painting up, and it’ll surely sell for

was taken aback, amused by her words. The way this little girl try to

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 a work by a great painter… and suddenly, everyone started complimeting it and started searching for

attentively, seeming

or not depended on its

artworks painted by someone unknown would not be beautiful, but it was the total opposite in the case of a famous painter. The painting

of our art? Originally, it was to create something beautiful, something that pleases ourselves. Any artwork that brings satisfaction to its creator should be considered the best. But then, we had abstract art, impressionism, and various schools popping up, each with their own teachings on how to paint abstractly or impressionistically. People no longer see beauty

few people could truly see

to do this anymore, and even his eagerness

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

seemed to have

got up to her feet and helped Lawrence

go. I’m going to do acupuncture for

snap back to his senses

about acupuncture? I

that I was in a wheelchair three years ago? Lilly was the one

while a wave of surprise hit

Gilbert nodded certainly

this time, Hugh entered the room as well. “We don’t usually tell anyone about this, so we

the Crawford family was keeping Lilly’s abilities 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 on

regained hope in his

acupuncture for Lawrence, Bettany, David and Hugh observed the scene with much

Anthony? Tell me! I promise I