Spoiled by Eight Uncles Summary pdf

As Lilly soared through the air, carrying Lawrence with her, his heart swelled with exhilaration. It felt like riding a roller coaster in his younger days—a thrilling and exciting sensation.

When the wheelchair finally came to a stop, Lawrence’s heart continued to pound, but he felt considerably better overall.

“Thank you, young lady!” Lawrence happily patted Lilly’s hand.

Just then, David caught up, panting with his hands on his knees. “How did you both run so fast…”

Lilly pointed to the remote control in her hand. “Just press this button, and it’s good to go.”

David hesitated. “Uh…”

It turned out the wheelchair had malfunctioned and needed to be replaced. David immediately contacted someone to bring a new wheelchair.

Frowning and pouting, Lawrence said, “No need to change it; I think it’s just fine.”

David disagreed, still shaken by the previous experience. What if something happened with a wheelchair that fasts in the future?

Lilly opened her mouth as if to say something but ended up lightly touching her nose instead.

Gilbert noticed her guilty expression and couldn’t help but chuckle.

Before long, a new wheelchair arrived, accompanied by a woman in her mid-twenties.

“Mr. Lambert!” she exclaimed upon seeing Lawrence and hurriedly approached him.

It was Lawrence’s talented protégé, Violet—a renowned Impressionist painter who had already gained international acclaim at such a young age.

Lawrence hadn’t seen her in a while and was pleased to see her. “Violet, come here. This is your junior, Lilly.”

Three years ago, Lawrence had taken in the young

didn’t bring Lilly with him, so not many

approached Anthony, claiming to take Lilly under her

had

been resentful about it

I haven’t had a chance to meet you, but from now on, I’ll take care

Violet’s words didn’t seem to have any obvious flaws. Surely,

“Lilly, this is my first disciple, a talented one indeed. She’s your

Lilly

girl awkwardly said,

froze for a moment; being

called

Violet smiled, didn’t say anything, and simply asked, “Mr. Lambert, you won’t be

right? I’ll be relying

being gentle and a little

a

said, “Mr. Lambert, let’s go inside for

Lawrence nodded.

hearing this, a barely noticeable gleam of excitement appeared in

Anthony was coming too!

She had guessed right!

replace the wheelchair, so she impulsively

It was all destiny!

renowned artist but also a talented woman admired by everyone in the industry. She was beautiful herself,

had joked that no one was worthy of