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!”

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

doesn’t look good,” he

believe me, hang this painting up, and it’ll

The way this little

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 a work

attentively,

beautiful or not depended

was the total opposite in the case of a famous painter. The painting remained the

had abstract art, impressionism, and various schools popping up,

truly see the

found that there was no point to do this anymore, and

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

was stunned. In this fleeting moment, something seemed to have flashed across

her feet and helped Lawrence back to his

I’m going to do acupuncture for

made Lawrence snap back to his

little girl know about acupuncture? I have a low pain tolerance, mind

a wheelchair three years ago? Lilly was

else, while a wave of surprise

nodded certainly this

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

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

Lawrence regained hope in

with much interest. Gilbert was sitting on the couch

was a text from Jonas. “Gilbert, what happened to Anthony? Tell me! I promise I won’t tell another