Spoiled by Eight Uncles Summary pdf

In Lawrence’s residence, Bettany still maintained her posture, sitting crossed arms on the couch and looking extremely irritated.

As the CEO of Crawford Holdings, Anthony seemed to have attracted quite a lot of attention.

The wedding must go on! It had to be a grand affair, known far and wide!

While Bettany contemplated these matters, everyone assumed she was still angry and dared not even breathe loudly.

Lilly held onto Gilbert’s arm, and he, in turn, wrapped his arm around her tiny figure, as they pretended to admire a painting.

“What are you two whispering about?” Bettany asked.

Instantly, Lilly, like a provoked kitten shook her head repeatedly, “Nothing, Granny! It’s really nothing!”

Granny is indeed powerful!

Lilly thought she should learn a thing or two from Bettany. If she encountered someone like King of Cities again, she could surely put him in his place without hesitation.

David smiled and said, “Well, Mrs. Crawford, would you like some tea?”

Bettany finally realized she had let her anger show and immediately put her hands down, sitting gracefully.

She smiled, “Sure, thank you.”

David said hurriedly, “Not a problem.” He could not help but think that Bettany was not only powerful with her words but also lightning-fast at changing expressions.

Lilly looked at the ruined painting and felt a pang of regret. She picked up a pen and attempted to salvage it… and turned the fallen watercolor into a cute little bee.

“Ta-da!” Lilly held up the painting. “Master Lambert, look! It’s beautiful now!”

a smile. His mood had been completely ruined by Violet’s words, and he was actually hurt by

still doesn’t look

don’t believe me, hang this painting up, and it’ll surely sell for

aback, amused by her words. The way this little girl try to comfort

there’s a joke about a great master who painted a masterpiece and hung it in a gallery. People gathered in front of the painting, criticizing and calling it a mess. But then someone reminded them that it was a work by a great painter…

listened attentively, seeming to

whether something was beautiful or not depended on its

painted by someone unknown would not be beautiful, but it was the total opposite in

should be considered the best. But then, we had abstract art, impressionism, and various schools popping

fact, few people could truly see the world with their own

point to do this anymore, and even his eagerness to recover from his

said, “Master Lawrence, you’re not honest. On one hand, you’re telling me that beauty is subjective, and it depends on how we see it, while you care about

have flashed

got up to her feet and

going to do

his

girl know about acupuncture?

I was in a wheelchair three

looked at Lawrence without saying anything else, while a wave of surprise hit

nodded certainly this

tell anyone about this, so we hope you

If others were to find out that a three-year-old child was capable

some reason, Lawrence regained hope in his recovery

and Hugh observed the scene with much interest. Gilbert was sitting on the couch and at this time, his

a text from Jonas. “Gilbert, what happened to Anthony? Tell me! I