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!”

been completely ruined by Violet’s words,

look good,”

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

way this little girl try

fame.” Lawrence patted Lilly’s head and said, “In the world of arts, 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

attentively, seeming to

was beautiful or

painted by someone unknown would not be beautiful, but it was the total opposite in the case of a famous painter. The

But then, we had abstract art, impressionism, and various

fact, few people could truly see the world with

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

her eyes twinkling as she 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

In this fleeting moment, something seemed to have flashed across his mind. He

and

let’s go. I’m going to do acupuncture

made Lawrence snap back to his senses and refused quickly,

know about acupuncture? I have a low pain tolerance,

that I was in a wheelchair three years ago? Lilly was

else, while a wave of surprise hit both Lawrence and David.

certainly

entered the room as well. “We don’t usually tell anyone about this, so we hope you can keep it known to yourselves

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

regained hope

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

happened to Anthony? Tell me! I promise I