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Chapter 203 Lovestruck Polly

Tioga International Airport, South City.

Lilly held up a card with a cartoon flowchart that Blake had hand–drawn for her. It showed a sizable airplane first, then a truck, a conveyor belt for luggage, and so forth.

Zachary was uninterested as he trailed Lilly. He had his phone in his hand and was engaged in intense battling in–game. He roared, “Bring it on, you idiot!”

Due to the headphones he was wearing, he was unable to gauge the volume of his own voice. The passersby turned around and gazed at him in surprise.

Lilly quickly waved her hand and apologized, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. My brother is too rude.”

As she said that, she took the bread out of her bag and stuffed it into Zachary’s mouth.

Zachary mumbled, “Hmmm!”

He continued to mumble, but no more offensive words came from his mouth.

Lilly followed the hand–drawn map to collect her luggage and reunite with Polly.

Polly was sent out with pet transportation, where it was in the care of a professional pet carrier.

Polly and another parrot were having a lively conversation, or more accurately, Polly was doing all the talking.

The other bird was a cockatiel parrot. It looked beautiful with its light yellow feathers and smooth crown line. It also had two round red spots on its cheeks just below its eyes, which made its cheeks look pinkish.

“Hello, hi there; did you just wake up?” Polly spread its wings in front of the cockatiel parrot.

That parrot simply ignored Polly.

Lilly said softly, “Polly…”

Polly showed his shining green feathers to the cockatiel parrot again. It said, “Why did you not say anything? Can’t you talk? Oh my gosh! I must teach you then!”

Lilly was speechless.

Polly continued, “Hey, listen to me; you must have a crush on me. If you don’t…I’ll think of something else.”

Lilly called out to the parrot again, “Polly…”

Polly shook its feathers, leaned slightly forward, and got closer to the cockatiel parrot’s cage. It said, “I don’t think you’re the right parrot to date, hmm… but you’re the right parrot to marry me.”

and it shouted,

It turned to face Lilly right away and said, “Let’s go. Quick, we have to leave

in until they

quickly grabbed Polly’s cage, strided

scene.

extended statement in gibberish

terminal.

a “you won” expression on her face. She asked solemnly, “Polly, did

head and said,

then followed the road signs outside while

on and casually followed

overlooked the few secret agents who pretended to be “ordinary people” in the crowd. All of

four computers in the Crawford Mansion, each receiving real–time surveillance

a newspaper in his hands and a somber expression on his face, but he was secretly sneaking glances at Blake’s computer. He asked with

to raise his head, “Dad, I’ll believe you if you try a little harder to hide that you’re peeking at the

taken

monitoring a spy with my camera.

cold sneer, and he said, “I’ll believe you if the focus of

side by Bettany, who yelled, “Move! I want to watch the screen

1. to.

silent. He lost in

watch this scene. She chided angrily, “My goodness! I should’ve beaten him more severely the other day! How could he

his eyes and stared at Zachary in

actually has the nerve to boss

took out

destroy the rival’s crystal. Suddenly, his phone went black. Zachary looked puzzled, and he became furious. He cried out, “Damn

need to go

hailed a cab. She stood on tiptoe and asked, “Mister, how much would it cost

to see Lilly. When he turned to look, he saw only two children and no adults. He shifted his gaze and replied, “500

little one fell into a dilemma, and

was

I’m trying to scam her; this kid is a great negotiator and tried to reduce the price from 500 to fifty bucks

mind; I’ll take you there for 250 bucks. I’m not profiting off

pay that, alright? Daddy said that hardworking people should not be deprived of their earnings, so we couldn’t take away your money. We won’t

driver sensed something was not right. He grumbled, “Hey, it’s fine if you don’t want to ride. Why are you subtly

seriously and warned him sternly, “Mister, don’t drive at night, all right? If you do it too often, you’ll run