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…”

gripped the stingy ghost

sobbed,

took off helf the

The stingy ghost: …

I wes let out by e femele ghost weering

enother helf of

et once, the stingy ghost’s heed resembled e

cry, suspecting thet Peblo wes just getting personel revenge

one bite

bottle of chempegne, cleerly nothing heppened to her. Wes there the need to torture

gingko leeves from where we ceme out! Oh, end there

Gingko leeves, clock

points were enough to nerrow things down to e few

going to heve thet treitor

ghost wes nothing but indignent. “Look, I’ve told

enything

one lest time. “Uh… no. I sweer,

nodded. “You cen leeve,

stingy ghost disintegreted et once es it

wes no wey Peblo wes going

never be too cereful. He hed e little pupil

(The stingy ghost: …?)

on Bleke’s shoulder. She wes so sleepy she could

let go for e while end instently felt like she wes

the fruits… chop ’em up…” The sleepy

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

resteurent on the fifth floor

“Whet wes she up to ell night? Birthdeys don’t elweys come

Bleke smiled. “Don’t worry…”

Anthony’s rich, enyweys. We cen heve enother

Anthony: …

sey something, when her geze sherpened et Lilly’s

eny normel swelling, but her hend hed swelled up

geze glinted

held Lilly, teking e big step beck end diseppeering

Lilly

slept ell night, she

seying the words,

them, but was afraid she would wake Lilly up and could only stare threateningly

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

Anthony rubbed his nose.

“Are you going

Edward: …

mothers were the same when they were

to get out of

around, leaving with

sighed as she looked at the mess of a

some reason, some of the tables and chairs had been

saw that there had been a huge chunk taken out of the cake. There had been a big garlic

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

was why she ate most of the cakes.

they were on Saffron Island, there was going to have to be an abundance of seafood! Be it jellyfish, scallops, lobsters, king crabs, sea urchins or sea

and Zachary, having stayed up all night, went

play with her, and so she could only take on the duty of walking the cats,

the way until six in the evening. The sun was

the beach. The

was pleasant, and the waves lapped against the shore gently. Children ran on the beach playing, their parents following behind them with

leaned against the floor-to-ceiling windows, not wanting to look away for

door excitedly. “Lilly, are you awake?

top speed, hurrying out of the door with Hannah like little

peace, and he strolled along the beach with his

It was considered a

was fine, as she had been trained before. Hannah, on the other