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!”

smile. His mood had been completely ruined by Violet’s words, and he was actually hurt by

still doesn’t look

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

words. The way this little

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

attentively,

was beautiful or not depended on its

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

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

few people could truly see the world with

no point to do this anymore,

you’re telling me that beauty is subjective, and it depends on how we see it, while you care about what others view your

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

to her feet and helped Lawrence back

going to

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

know about acupuncture? I have a low pain

laughed. “Master Lawrence, do you remember that I was in a wheelchair three years

anything else, while a wave of surprise hit both Lawrence

certainly this

“We don’t usually tell anyone about this, so we hope

Crawford family was keeping Lilly’s abilities a secret. If others were to find out that a

Lawrence regained hope in

Hugh observed the scene with much interest.

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