Spoiled by Eight Uncles Summary pdf

Pablo gripped the stingy ghost coldly. “Out with it. Where is King Libra?”

The stingy ghost sobbed, “I don’t know either…”

Thwack— Pablo took off half the stingy ghost’s head.

The stingy ghost: …

“I really don’t know! I was let out by a female ghost wearing a red headscarf. She’s a ghost general…”

Pablo smirked, taking off another half of his head.

All at once, the stingy ghost’s head resembled a sharpened pencil…

The stingy ghost wanted to cry, suspecting that Pablo was just getting personal revenge for Lilly.

Hadn’t he just taken one bite out of Lilly?

The kid was bubbly as a bottle of champagne, clearly nothing happened to her. Was there the need to torture him like this?

The stingy ghost racked his brains, and could only think of one key point. “There were gingko leaves from where we came out! Oh, and there was the sound of a big clock chiming!”

Blake squinted. Gingko leaves, clock chimes.

These two points were enough to narrow things down to a few locations.

He was going to have that traitor King Libra out no matter what!

The stingy ghost was nothing but indignant. “Look, I’ve told you everything. Can…”

Pablo was expressionless. “Is there anything else you have to say?”

The stingy ghost racked his brains one last time. “Uh… no. I swear, I’ve got nothing else.”

Pablo nodded. “You can leave, then.”

He waved a hand, and the stingy ghost disintegrated at once as it was absorbed by the spirit jar.

There was no way Pablo was going to keep ghosts under King Libra around.

You could never be too careful. He had a little pupil to lose!

(The stingy ghost: …?)

Just then, Lilly was lying on Blake’s shoulder. She was so sleepy she could hardly open her eyes.

She really was tired. She hadn’t felt it amidst her excitement then, but let go for a while and instantly felt like she was going to fall apart.

“Take the fruits… chop ’em up…” The sleepy little kid mumbled.

Bettany had waited for an entire night until she was dragged to rest by Anthony around midnight. She woke up in the morning, and began waiting again.

At last, the door of the restaurant on the fifth floor opened to reveal Blake with a sleeping Lilly.

“Is everything alright?” She was nothing but worried. “What was she up to all night? Birthdays don’t always come by, she couldn’t even enjoy hers in peace…”

Blake smiled. “Don’t worry…”

He paused, before glancing at Anthony. “Uncle Anthony’s rich, anyways. We can have another party tonight.”

Anthony: …

Bettany was about to say something, when her gaze sharpened at Lilly’s swollen hand.

It was not any normal swelling, but her hand had swelled up like a pig’s trotter!

“Blake…!” Bettany’s gaze glinted murderously.

Blake held Lilly, taking a big step back and disappearing into the elevator door.

bringing Lilly

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the door of the resteurent on the fifth floor opened to reveel

ell night? Birthdeys don’t elweys come by, she couldn’t even enjoy hers

Bleke smiled. “Don’t worry…”

Anthony’s rich, enyweys.

Anthony: …

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would wake Lilly up and could only stare threateningly as Blake carried

and glared at Anthony. “What are you staring at? Come on,

Anthony rubbed his nose.

at Edward. “Are you going to make

Edward: …

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get

turned around, leaving

looked at the mess of

tables and

a huge chunk taken out of the cake. There had been a big garlic lobster before she

have had a hard time last night,” Bettany mumbled to herself. “Cake’s

food must’ve gotten cold, which was why she

they were on Saffron Island, there was going to have to be an abundance of seafood! Be it jellyfish, scallops, lobsters, king crabs, sea urchins or sea cucumbers… there

all night,

Hannah. Drake didn’t want to play with her, and so she could only take on the duty of walking the cats, dogs, birds and

the way until six in the evening. The sun was setting by the

sinking into the water like a glowing egg yolk, its golden rays cast over the beach. The sky seemed to be a canvas of a beautiful, vibrant painting, making the entire beach look

was pleasant, and the waves lapped against the shore gently. Children ran on the beach playing, their parents following behind them with

leaned against the floor-to-ceiling windows, not wanting

door excitedly. “Lilly,

on her swimsuit at top speed, hurrying out of the door

was a rare evening of peace, and he strolled along the beach with his hands in his pockets as he watched

the ocean, being tossed around by the waves lazily. It was considered a cold night

as she had been trained before. Hannah, on the