Chapter 115 Fine Powder

At the mention of Emrys, Charlotte flushed. “Weren’t we talking about the phone, Grandpa? Why are we suddenly talking about Mr. Lund? I… I’m not quite there with him!”

In her discomfort, she traced the ground with her foot in a coy manner.

Franklin grew even more morose. What a state we’re in!

He sighed once more.

“Do you think Mr. Lund exceptional, Charlotte?” Franklin asked sternly.

“Of course! He’s the best. Handsome, learned, and his bike goes faster than an Audi. My friends in cram class didn’t believe me when I told them this.”

Charlotte became chatty at the prospect of talking about Emrys, but she stopped herself when she noticed her grandfather’s odd expression. “What were you going to say to me, Grandpa?”

Franklin hesitated. “Since you know what a good man he is, how are you going to be worthy of him if you don’t buck up?”

Charlotte froze, speechless.

What does Grandpa mean by that? Does Mr. Lund think I’m not good enough and had Grandpa tell me? Oh, how hurtful!

Charlotte’s young, naïve heart felt as if it were breaking.

We haven’t even begun dating yet, but it’s already over. Oh, my heart! It hurts.

Charlotte’s eyes filled with tears. She looked as if she was going to cry, so Franklin hastened to comfort her. “It’s not that Mr. Lund thinks you’re not good enough. He just thinks it would be even better if you could improve.”

“That’s basically saying I’m not good enough!”

the floodgates any longer, Charlotte

to see her cry, so he concocted a lie. “Actually, Mr. Lund told me he

“Really?

“Yes, really.”

“You’d better not lie.”

damp, dark cave on a river bank crawling with snakes and scorpions, an emaciated old man was sitting cross–legged with a gigantic gray python wrapped around his b*dy.

man’s eyes

he spat out a mouthful of

my seven–colored

in, their faces pale, and fell to their knees in terror “What

“Wilfred is dead!”

“What? He’s dead?”

trio swayed on the

centipede at a place called Jadeborough in Jazona. Go there at once and bring back Wilfred’s

“At once, Master.”

His strange eyes were no different from the vertical pupils of the giant python on his

have cultivated with so much care! I will skin you alive when I catch you!”

Wilfred’s death he lamented

breakthrough, he would have gone

the seven–colored centipede into medicinal powder, divided

detoxify the b*dy, and dispel stagnation,

the seven–colored centipede’s power, it

only one–tenth of the powder to extract almost all of the venom within

soup over to the bed. “Come, Clumsy. Take

the other woman. “Look at the state I’m in, Caylie! How could you make

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