Cherished By Seven Sisters

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!”

to hold back the floodgates any

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

“Really?

“Yes, really.”

“You’d better not lie.”

and scorpions, an emaciated old man was sitting cross–legged with a gigantic gray python wrapped around his b*dy. Its head rested on the old man’s shoulder while its

old man’s eyes

spat out a mouthful of blood, his face contorting in

my seven–colored

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

“Wilfred is dead!”

“What? He’s dead?”

swayed

a place called Jadeborough in Jazona. Go there at once and bring back Wilfred’s killer. I will cut him into pieces and feed him to

“At once, Master.”

pale men left. His strange eyes were no different from the

much care! I will skin you alive

Wilfred’s death he lamented but the

was close to a breakthrough, he would have gone to Jadeborough personally to

into medicinal powder, divided it into batches,

powder, with its properties to allay wind and spasms, detoxify the

the seven–colored centipede’s power, it made

needed only one–tenth of the powder to extract almost all of

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

glared at the other woman. “Look at the state I’m in, Caylie!