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!”

the floodgates

lie. “Actually, Mr. Lund told me he would be with

“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 scarlet tongue flickered in the

man’s eyes were

spat out a mouthful of blood, his face contorting in

slayed my seven–colored

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

“Wilfred is dead!”

“What? He’s dead?”

swayed on

man nodded. “I lost connection with the seven–colored centipede at a place called Jadeborough in Jazona. Go there at once and bring back Wilfred’s killer. I will cut him into

“At once, Master.”

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

care! I will skin

death he lamented but

would have gone to Jadeborough personally

Emrys had grounded the seven–colored centipede into medicinal powder, divided it into batches, and made it

properties to allay wind and spasms, detoxify the b*dy, and dispel stagnation, was

the seven–colored centipede’s power, it made a

powder to extract almost

to the bed.

the state I’m in, Caylie! How could you make fun of