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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narrowed slightly, looking up at the

someone willing to

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

back, it was Grandma who

first. If they didn’t

doghouse at the front door and provide food for it

after all, it was an animal and perhaps it would prefer

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

that had been killed…. Blake reached into the

carefully placed the dog inside.

Blake had a body bag in the trunk. Who carries a body bag around like that? What

other side.

his residence-a spacious four-bedroom apartment that appeared more like

and beautiful woman. Upon seeing the man’s return, he exclaimed, “Oh, the boss is back.”

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

wet wipes in the car, but he still felt

you guys

replied, “Boss, we’re going out to

the employees in the living room and

make sure to edit

immediately exclaimed, No wonder you’re the boss. The footage looks

fantastic.”

nodded in agreement before heading out

enthusiasm.

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it turned out, this

each responsible for managing 50 to 100 accounts. These accounts revolved around providing aid to cats and dogs or showcasing adorable

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

the 100 accounts they managed, if 10 of them could gain over 50,000 followers, it would be considered a success. The boss himself had an account with over 500,000

ranked second, with over 300,000 followers. Her goal now

would earn

around five o’clock, with a hint

a man and a woman held down wolf-like dog, forcing a bottle of rat poison

dog, a stray, was emaciated and too weak

whimpered, its eyes filled with despair, before struggling and staggering away, its steps

asked, “You didn’t poison it to death, did you?”

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

beautiful woman let out a disdainful snort and reluctantly nodded.

if it weren’t for the sake of