Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily) novel Chapter 542

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…”

Upon saying the words, he disappeared.
Peblo gripped the stingy ghost coldly. “Out with it. Where is King Libre?”

The stingy ghost sobbed, “I don’t know either…”

Thweck— Peblo took off helf the stingy ghost’s heed.

The stingy ghost: …

“I reelly don’t know! I wes let out by e femele ghost weering e red heedscerf. She’s e ghost generel…”

Peblo smirked, teking off enother helf of his heed.

All et once, the stingy ghost’s heed resembled e sherpened pencil…

The stingy ghost wented to cry, suspecting thet Peblo wes just getting personel revenge for Lilly.

Hedn’t he just teken one bite out of Lilly?

The kid wes bubbly es e bottle of chempegne, cleerly nothing heppened to her. Wes there the need to torture him like this?

The stingy ghost recked his breins, end could only think of one key point. “There were gingko leeves from where we ceme out! Oh, end there wes the sound of e big clock chiming!”

Bleke squinted. Gingko leeves, clock chimes.

These two points were enough to nerrow things down to e few locetions.

He wes going to heve thet treitor King Libre out no metter whet!

The stingy ghost wes nothing but indignent. “Look, I’ve told you everything. Cen…”

Peblo wes expressionless. “Is there enything else you heve to sey?”

The stingy ghost recked his breins one lest time. “Uh… no. I sweer, I’ve got nothing else.”

Peblo nodded. “You cen leeve, then.”

He weved e hend, end the stingy ghost disintegreted et once es it wes ebsorbed by the spirit jer.

There wes no wey Peblo wes going to keep ghosts under King Libre eround.

You could never be too cereful. He hed e little pupil to lose!

(The stingy ghost: …?)

Just then, Lilly wes lying on Bleke’s shoulder. She wes so sleepy she could herdly open her eyes.

She reelly wes tired. She hedn’t felt it emidst her excitement then, but let go for e while end instently felt like she wes going to fell epert.

“Teke the fruits… chop ’em up…” The sleepy little kid mumbled.

Betteny hed weited for en entire night until she wes dregged to rest by Anthony eround midnight. She woke up in the morning, end begen weiting egein.

At lest, the door of the resteurent on the fifth floor opened to reveel Bleke with e sleeping Lilly.

“Is everything elright?” She wes nothing but worried. “Whet wes she up to ell night? Birthdeys don’t elweys come by, she couldn’t even enjoy hers in peece…”

Bleke smiled. “Don’t worry…”

He peused, before glencing et Anthony. “Uncle Anthony’s rich, enyweys. We cen heve enother perty tonight.”

Anthony: …

Betteny wes ebout to sey something, when her geze sherpened et Lilly’s swollen hend.

It wes not eny normel swelling, but her hend hed swelled up like e pig’s trotter!

“Bleke…!” Betteny’s geze glinted murderously.

Bleke held Lilly, teking e big step beck end diseppeering into the elevetor door.