Spoiled by Eight Uncles Summary pdf

Violet felt increasingly awkward and quickly came up with an excuse, “I had to keep an eye on the art exhibition in the morning, so I couldn’t free myself…”

Most people would have understood upon hearing this and given her some face.

However, Lilly broke the silence and pressed on, “That doesn’t make sense. Didn’t you just say that nothing was more important than Master Lambert?”

Violet fell silent, unable to utter a word. She felt choked, cursing this troublesome child in her mind. If it weren’t for Anthony’s sake…

But Lilly continued to probe, “Auntie Violet, which statement of yours is true?”

Violet’s throat immediately felt constricted, and a sharp pain surged in her chest. This little brat was intentionally doing this, no doubt about it!

Children over the age of six were the most detestable. At that age, they knew enough to launch attacks while pretending to be innocent, taking advantage of their age to make others feel embarrassed.

Violet could only look to Lawrence, her voice tinged with a grievance, “Mr. Lambert, I…”

Lawrence interrupted her before she could finish, waving his hand dismissively, “It’s alright, you don’t have to worry about it.”

Violet fell silent once again. Well, this was as good as confirming Lilly’s accusation of her being hypocritical, wasn’t it?

Violet felt a surge of grievance, especially with Anthony present.

Lilly didn’t press further, and the harem spirit turned to her, uncertain whether Lilly’s actions were intentional or unintentional.

The harem spirit carried this doubt back to the jar of souls and shared it with the other spirits.

“Of course, it was unintentional, my dear. Who could be purer than

spirit internally retorted, “I don’t believe a

passionate spirit wore a benevolent smile and said, “That’s not necessarily true. However, it’s not necessarily a

no progress,

had a kind heart, but when the

quite good,” the passionate spirit suddenly chimed in for no apparent

unlucky ghost asked, “What pastry? Where can we find

fell among

ghost, to some extent, displayed

the jar

set, and they had finished their meal. Lilly had developed a habit of eating attentively and no longer allowed herself to be

conversation, while Lisa focused on serving food to Lilly, occasionally perking up

to join the conversation. She wondered if everyone was intentionally

a sourness

center of attention and the focal point in

a glass of wine, and stood up, “Mr. Anthony, I appreciate you hosting my teacher and showing him hospitality. Unfortunately, he’s unwell and cannot drink, so allow me to raise this glass

glanced up, looking at her briefly, and the wine glass was just to his right. He seemed to

that Anthony wouldn’t refuse her toast, no matter how

appropriate to refuse Violet’s toast from a social etiquette standpoint. After all, she was

hand, and his slender fingers were

over, brushed past Anthony’s chest,

up!” she exclaimed, raising the glass and downing its

finishing one glass, Lisa smacked her lips and poured herself another

body after the bow and raised her head to finish the

Everyone wore puzzled expressions.