Spoiled by Eight Uncles

Chapter 417 Their Lives, Merely Currency in Their Eyes.

Polly tilted her head, peering through the spaceship window at the dog outside. Suddenly, she grabbed the zipper with her beak, pulled it open, and stood atop the pet carrier, fixated on the stray dog.

In her tiny little mind, she contemplated something unknown, her demeanor shifting from contemplation to excitement as she spun in circles on top of the carrier.

As Polly remained silent, Blake broke the silence, saying, “Let’s take them to a rescue center.”

They needed to find a reputable and responsible stray animal rescue center, a place where they could be assured of their safety.

These two dogs appeared to be strays, with dirty fur and emaciated bodies.

Through the layers of dirt, faint markings on their bodies revealed their mixed breed heritage a blend of Labrador Retrievers with some other breeds, resembling a bit of a mutt upon first glance.

Yet, the dog cautiously took a step back, its eyes filled with sadness and fear.

It wasn’t sure if these two humans before it was like the previous one, offering hope only to disappear.

Just like the numerous passersby who paused, their gazes lingering momentarily, before ultimately Heaving with indifference.

Though the dog didn’t comprehend the concept of “the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment,” the despair and darkness that came with being abandoned by its owner made it too meek to ask for more.

The dog bit onto its companion’s lifeless body, struggling to drag it towards the nearby bushes. However, it was too weak, unable to move it no matter how hard it bied.

Grace frowned and said, “Forget it, let’s take them with us.”

She turned her head, wearing an expression of disdain

Lilly noticed that Grace shared her thoughts and exclaimed cheerfully, “See? Gracie thinks just like me! We’re on the same wavelength!”

Grace responded with a roll of her eyes, her lips subtly witching into a small smile before quickly straightening, reverting to her cold and composed demeanor.

Lilly turned her head again and asked, “What do you think, Polly?”

“Mr. Tortoise, what about you?”

Mr. Tortoise remained silent, as expected. It had nothing to say. The more commotion there was outside, the more peaceful its days became.

Look at that annoying parrot pestering it since they left even using its back as a grindstone for its beak.

Suddenly, Polly flew onto the dog’s head, tapping its skill and shaking her head, “Hey! Call me Daddy!”

She had somehow learned Lilly’s “magic” and even minicked her voice perfectly.

The group exchanged bewildered looks.

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and honest dog’s eyes narrowed slightly, looking up at the parrot perched

someone willing to endure anything, allowing others to

a mature demeanor beyond her years, sighed, “Well then, let’s get going! We should take 1 you for a bath first!

time Bellflower came back, it was Grandma who took it

back home first. If they

up a doghouse at the front door and provide food

was an animal and perhaps it would prefer the wide open spaces. Forcing

made, Blake drove off with Lilly and the dog, heading

the other dog that had been killed…. Blake reached into the trunk

placed the dog

the trunk. Who carries a body bag around

the other

residence-a spacious four-bedroom apartment that appeared more like an office. Several desks were stattered in

leave with a young and beautiful woman. Upon seeing the man’s return, he exclaimed,

his hands, remarking,

he still felt dirty. Only after using hand

are you guys

“Boss, we’re going out to

his phone to one of the employees

edit this

the video and immediately exclaimed, No wonder you’re

fantastic.”

and nodded in agreement before

enthusiasm.

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it turned out, this place was

a total of five employees in the living room, each responsible for managing 50 to 100 accounts. These accounts revolved around providing aid to cats and dogs or showcasing adorable

simply reposted funny videos created by others, while others salvaged imperfect yet. valuable videos by editing

considered a success. The boss himself had an account with over

second, with over 300,000 followers. Her goal now was to surpass the

would

around five o’clock, with a hint of sunset painting the sky in hues

deserted alleyway, a man and a woman held down wolf-like dog, forcing a bottle

emaciated

before struggling and staggering away, its

brow and asked, “You didn’t poison it to death,

and notify you when the poison takes effect. You just need to pretend that you stumbled upon it and rush it to

a disdainful snort and reluctantly nodded.

weren’t for the sake of authenticity, she wouldn’t have wanted to touch it.