Spoiled by Eight Uncles

Pablo gripped the stingy ghost coldly. “Out with it. Where is King Libra?”

The stingy ghost sobbed, “I don’t know either…”

Thwack— Pablo took off half the stingy ghost’s head.

The stingy ghost: …

“I really don’t know! I was let out by a female ghost wearing a red headscarf. She’s a ghost general…”

Pablo smirked, taking off another half of his head.

All at once, the stingy ghost’s head resembled a sharpened pencil…

The stingy ghost wanted to cry, suspecting that Pablo was just getting personal revenge for Lilly.

Hadn’t he just taken one bite out of Lilly?

The kid was bubbly as a bottle of champagne, clearly nothing happened to her. Was there the need to torture him like this?

The stingy ghost racked his brains, and could only think of one key point. “There were gingko leaves from where we came out! Oh, and there was the sound of a big clock chiming!”

Blake squinted. Gingko leaves, clock chimes.

These two points were enough to narrow things down to a few locations.

He was going to have that traitor King Libra out no matter what!

The stingy ghost was nothing but indignant. “Look, I’ve told you everything. Can…”

Pablo was expressionless. “Is there anything else you have to say?”

The stingy ghost racked his brains one last time. “Uh… no. I swear, I’ve got nothing else.”

Pablo nodded. “You can leave, then.”

He waved a hand, and the stingy ghost disintegrated at once as it was absorbed by the spirit jar.

There was no way Pablo was going to keep ghosts under King Libra around.

You could never be too careful. He had a little pupil to lose!

(The stingy ghost: …?)

Just then, Lilly was lying on Blake’s shoulder. She was so sleepy she could hardly open her eyes.

She really was tired. She hadn’t felt it amidst her excitement then, but let go for a while and instantly felt like she was going to fall apart.

“Take the fruits… chop ’em up…” The sleepy little kid mumbled.

Bettany had waited for an entire night until she was dragged to rest by Anthony around midnight. She woke up in the morning, and began waiting again.

At last, the door of the restaurant on the fifth floor opened to reveal Blake with a sleeping Lilly.

“Is everything alright?” She was nothing but worried. “What was she up to all night? Birthdays don’t always come by, she couldn’t even enjoy hers in peace…”

Blake smiled. “Don’t worry…”

He paused, before glancing at Anthony. “Uncle Anthony’s rich, anyways. We can have another party tonight.”

Anthony: …

Bettany was about to say something, when her gaze sharpened at Lilly’s swollen hand.

It was not any normal swelling, but her hand had swelled up like a pig’s trotter!

“Blake…!” Bettany’s gaze glinted murderously.

Blake held Lilly, taking a big step back and disappearing into the elevator door.

“I’m bringing Lilly back home!”

“She’s really tired! She hasn’t slept all night, she shouldn’t be disturbed…”

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Edward: …

all mothers were the same when

to get out of

turned around,

the mess of a restaurant on the

tables and chairs had been flipped

there had been a huge chunk taken out of the cake. There had

time last night,” Bettany mumbled to herself. “Cake’s not

she ate most

on Saffron Island, there was going to have to be an abundance of seafood! Be it jellyfish,

all night,

entire day passed by peacefully, aside from a painfully-bored Hannah. Drake didn’t want to play with her, and so she could only take on the duty of walking the cats, dogs, birds and

until six in the evening. The

into the water like a glowing egg yolk, its golden rays cast over the beach. The sky seemed to be a canvas of a beautiful, vibrant painting, making

waves lapped against the shore gently. Children ran on the

windows, not wanting to

excitedly. “Lilly, are you

speed, hurrying out of the door with

them. It was a rare evening of peace, and he strolled along the beach

ocean, being tossed around by the waves lazily. It was considered a

she had been trained before. Hannah, on the other hand, came running back in shivers