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

still doesn’t look

“No way! If you don’t believe me, hang this painting up, and

little girl try to comfort me is… well, straight

master who painted a masterpiece and hung it in a gallery. People gathered in front of the painting,

attentively, seeming

whether something was beautiful or

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

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

truly see the

found that there was no point to do this anymore, and even his eagerness to recover from his illness seemed to be

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

something seemed to have flashed across his mind. He was getting close to understanding

up to her feet and helped Lawrence back

let’s go. I’m going to do

Lawrence snap back to his senses and refused

know about acupuncture?

in a wheelchair

saying anything else, while a wave of

certainly this

entered the room as well. “We don’t usually tell anyone about this, so we hope you can keep it known to yourselves only

secret. If others were to

some reason, Lawrence regained hope in his

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

was a text from Jonas. “Gilbert, what happened to Anthony? Tell