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Chapter 62 Your Brain’s Rotted From Being Dead

When Ivan saw Lilly staring at him with large shining eyes, he immediately stiffened his spine and straightened up, pursing his lips slightly. “What now?”

Lilly counted busily on her fingers before exclaiming, “Wow! Ivan, this is the most number of words you’ve ever spoken! That’s so cool!” All along, she had been under the impression that he could only speak five words at a time!

Ivan just stared at her, lost for words. He thought she would compliment him for knowing so much…

Jonas smiled faintly, then shifted to a more comfortable position and propped his chin against his palm, watching the two little rascals. Children were children, after all, and they came up with the oddest observations.

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Once the ribbon-cutting ceremony finished, Lilly fell asleep because she had eaten too much.

While Jonas carried her carefully, Anthony came over and took off his dress jacket, draping it over her sleeping form. The two men slipped past the barrage of cameras everywhere on the red carpet, carefully shielding their precious little burden. Bidding Colton goodnight, they made their way to their car and departed.

Ivan stood at the entrance, quietly watching as the two Crawford brothers drove off.

“Let’s go, son!” Colton told him.

Ivan sighed and took a last look at the car vanishing in the distance. If he met Lilly again, he would give her two sweets. Two, because she liked eating them, and not three because he was afraid she might get cavities…

A short, chubby middle-aged man stood beside the Shaws’ car. With a smile, he bid Colton goodnight. This gentleman was very short, standing only around five feet four or so. The buttons of his dress jacket strained against his rotund beer belly; they looked as if they would pop off any moment.

This was Valentine Taylor, the CEO of Taylor Entertainment.

Valentine’s mother had given birth to two sets of twins, all boys. During her third pregnancy, she had hoped for a daughter and had named the child in her womb “Valentine” for luck.

However, the baby turned out to be a boy instead.

Mrs. Taylor had been so disappointed that she had not bothered to think of another name, so “Valentine” had stuck.

After sending off the Shaws and the Crawfords, the tension in Valentine’s shoulders eased considerably. “That little Crawford brat…” Something enigmatic flickered in his eyes for a moment. “She really is a little devil!”

had literally brought young Ivan Shaw back

have a chance to invite the little Crawford

City to come over immediately and bake a cake for her on the spot. Just remember that the

something like this need to be noted down in the employees’

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and dreaming when she sensed she was being stared at. She turned and squinted, then realized that an old woman was standing in front of her. This old lady was dressed in what seemed

startled that she woke up immediately. Her eyes sprang

shock, and

sleep-filled eyes were still fearful. “Master, I saw an old granny

startled. “What did

eyes were all sunken in and hollow;

her before?” Pablo

shook her

hollow cheeks, and livor mortis under her eyes, who looked

because she had actually seen him in person. However, this departed soul who had intruded into her dream was a

that the souls of the dead

he asked,

head, looking puzzled. “Master, what’s wrong?” Her master’s expression seemed very serious all of a

dream about anything in future, you must tell me, okay?” Pablo told her.

still slightly blurry from sleep. Rubbing her eyes, she answered with a yawn, “Of course I do! Master, are you trying to test

his meeting with Jean Crawford had been mere coincidence; he had agreed to take Lilly under his wing for a while, and that would be it. After that, he had discovered that it was not so easy to protect the girl; he needed

As for today…

his book and noticed that a bright red annotation had appeared under Lilly’s name. It read, “If she

this only possible if one

whirlwind of confusion. Was it mere coincidence that he had encountered the newly deceased Jean Crawford and found

jar of souls I

held up her hand in response. Around her fair, plump wrist was a slender red cord with a tiny

urn with the tip of his index finger. “I’ve never told you before, but this jar needs to be filled up until it’s