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 on its head, then shifting its gaze

someone willing to endure anything,

beyond her years, sighed, “Well then, let’s get going! We should take 1 you for a bath first! Otherwise, Grandma will have to

last time Bellflower came back, it was Grandma

If they didn’t enjoy staying with the Crawford family, she would let it go.

front door and provide food for it

perhaps it would prefer the wide open spaces. Forcing it to be adopted might not be the best

off with Lilly and the dog, heading to the pet

been killed…. Blake reached into

the dog inside.

that Blake had a body bag in the trunk. Who carries

the other side.

apartment that appeared more like an office.

young and beautiful woman.

man did was wash his hands, remarking, “I just

car, but he still felt dirty. Only after using hand sanitizer and disinfectant did

guys heading?”

assistant replied, “Boss, we’re going out to capture

of the employees in the living room and said, “Go ahead!”

sure to edit this

the video and immediately exclaimed, No wonder you’re

fantastic.”

woman glanced at the video and nodded in agreement

enthusiasm.

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this place was a studio.

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 pets.

videos created by others, while others salvaged imperfect yet. valuable videos by editing them and posting

be considered a success. The boss himself had an account with over 500,000 followers, making

second, with over 300,000 followers. Her goal now was to surpass the boss’s account

so, she would

a hint of sunset painting the sky

down wolf-like dog,

a stray, was emaciated and too weak to

with despair, before

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

takes effect. You just

woman let out a disdainful snort and reluctantly

dog was filthy, and if it weren’t for the sake of authenticity,