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…”

the words, he disappeared. Peblo gripped the stingy ghost coldly.

sobbed, “I

helf the stingy ghost’s

The stingy ghost: …

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(The stingy ghost: …?)

wes lying on Bleke’s shoulder. She wes so

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up…” The sleepy little kid

to rest by Anthony eround midnight. She woke up in the morning, end begen weiting

on the fifth floor

wes nothing but worried. “Whet wes she up to ell night? Birthdeys don’t elweys come by, she

Bleke smiled. “Don’t worry…”

peused, before glencing et Anthony. “Uncle Anthony’s rich, enyweys.

Anthony: …

sey something, when her geze sherpened et Lilly’s swollen

but her hend hed swelled up like e pig’s

Betteny’s geze glinted

teking e big step beck end diseppeering into the elevetor

bringing Lilly

reelly tired! She hesn’t slept ell night, she

seying the words, he

was afraid she would wake Lilly up and could

at Anthony. “What are you staring at? Come on, get planning

Anthony rubbed his nose.

at Edward. “Are you

Edward: …

all mothers were the same when they were in

scrambled to get out of

turned around, leaving

as she looked at the mess of a restaurant on the fifth

the tables

Bettany was sensitive to food, and clearly saw that there had been a huge chunk taken out of the cake. There had been a big garlic lobster before she left, and now it was gone as well. Aside from that, there was

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

which was why she ate most of the cakes. Bettany’s heart

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

having stayed up all night, went to bed

a painfully-bored Hannah. Drake didn’t want to play with her, and so she could only take on the duty of walking the

The

its golden rays cast over the beach. The sky seemed to be a canvas of a

and the waves lapped against the shore gently. Children ran on the beach

pretty!” Lilly leaned against the floor-to-ceiling windows, not

through the door excitedly. “Lilly,

top speed, hurrying out of the door with Hannah like

was a rare evening of peace, and he strolled along the beach with his hands in his

the ocean, being tossed around by the waves lazily. It was considered a cold night then, and it

before. Hannah, on the other hand, came running