Spoiled by Eight Uncles

After impulsively throwing the glass ball away, Yena immediately regretted her decision. Her ghost mother instructed her to bury the glass ball in a hidden location, where no one else could find it. The malignant spirit trapped within the ball would help Anthony in regaining his lost spiritual wisdom.

Everyone in the Crawford family showered Lilly with affection, as she had successfully captivated Anthony’s heart and gained his favor. However, now Yena had carelessly thrown away the glass ball, casting a sense of unease upon her. She desperately wanted to retrieve it and rushed towards the crowd.

Yet, the black glass ball continued to roll and evade her grasp. People were bustling around, and a person accidentally stepped on the glass ball.

Crack…

The glass ball shattered instantly, unleashing an unseen surge of dark energy.

Unaware of what had occurred, the man looked down at his feet in surprise. “Huh, what…?”

He thought it was some candy dropped by a child. Oblivious to the situation, he simply wiped the soles of his shoes.

Yena’s heart turned cold.

Nevermind…

After all, the ball was intended to be placed on the island, so the timing should not make a difference…

Little did she know, the reason why the ghostly figure wearing a red veil did not follow her this time was that she was afraid of being caught by Lilly!

Yena was following a cunning and deceitful plan.

The female ghost did not expect Yena to be this foolish—throwing the glass ball right in front of Lilly, only for it to be crushed by someone…

On the stage, Lilly and Blake exchanged glances.

Blake sensed a strong presence of a bad aura.

Meanwhile, Lilly watched in astonishment as ghosts strolled through the night, seamlessly passing through the crowd. Their expressions varied, ranging from sinister smirks to bitter faces, and some even appeared childlike, laughing with sharp voices while playing tricks on the attendees.

The once cheerful and lively atmosphere inexplicably turned gloomy.

“There’s a lot of ghosts here, Daddy!” Lilly eagerly exclaimed, ready for action. “Shall we fight them?”

“Not yet,” Blake replied. “There are too many people around. We can’t act recklessly.”

asked curiously, “Then what should we

Anthony and said, “It depends on

known for his good looks and wealth, responded with a hesitant

was crushed. However, upon observing for a while, she realized that Lilly remained oblivious. Lilly

felt an immediate sense of

this is what Lilly is capable

superior to Lilly, and that Lilly was no match for her at all! It felt exhilarating, filling Yena with confidence that she had accomplished the

would then appear at the right moment and tell him that he had been manipulated by

family would be grateful to her, and she would finally be accepted and appreciated by the

thought about this happily, realizing that

movements rigid. She wore a peculiar smile as she

was taken aback by her mother’s appearance, and then noticed the female

glance at the opulent birthday banquet, imagining how wonderful it

stepped out of the restaurant’s doors, the female ghost behind Mabel suddenly collapsed, casting a resentful gaze toward

afraid of her, hence why they refrained from causing harm to her mother. She remained oblivious to the fact that there was a golden light on the ground, allowing people to pass through while restricting the movement of

a swimming pool reception on the garden terrace of the first floor and an indoor ocean park for children on the other side. There are various

everyone had already eaten, they had to

be delighted

with children, partners, or companions made their

there were no events happening

ability to make things happen. Within fifteen minutes, he organized a swimming pool reception and

restaurant in terms of excitement. When the guests were tired from playing, they

had come to Saffron Island that weekend felt

floor became empty, except for one table that remained occupied—the table where Blake, Lilly, Josh, and Zachary sat as they enjoyed their

busy

sweet sensation as it melted in

great person! He even sent me

asked, “How many ghosts did he

and replied, “123456789… I can’t count,

to Zachary, “We’ve

diligently noted

time for Purple Sledgehammer…