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!”

hold back the floodgates any longer,

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

“Really?

“Yes, really.”

“You’d better not lie.”

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. Its head rested on the

old man’s eyes

he spat out a

slayed my

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

“Wilfred is dead!”

“What? He’s dead?”

swayed

old 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

“At once, Master.”

pale men left. His strange eyes were no different from the vertical pupils of the giant python

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

death he lamented but the seven–colored

he was close to a breakthrough, he would

meantime, Emrys had grounded the seven–colored centipede into medicinal powder, divided it into

its properties to allay wind and spasms, detoxify the b*dy,

power, it made

powder to extract almost all

tonic soup over to the bed. “Come,

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