Spoiled by Eight Uncles Summary pdf

“In that case, Mr. Crawford, would it be alright to publish the photos you took earlier with Ms. Lilly…?”

One of the reporters persisted.

Jonas smiled charmingly. “Yes, that’s fine.”

The looks that the reporters gave Emily were very odd indeed, as a realization slowly dawned upon

them. The golden boy of film had never been scandalously linked to any of the actresses in the

industry. However, he had never turned down any actresses who asked to take photographs with him

during any press conferences or red-carpet events. In fact, he had never objected even though they

had hung onto his arm, generously allowing them to do so.

He must truly dislike Emily…

“Tsk tsk.” It was evident that the reporters relished this startling revelation.

Emily felt as if someone had slapped her hard on the face. Oh, the sting…

Jonas did not bother waiting for her reply and turned to leave. He had initially wanted to take a stroll to

get some fresh air, but he was in no mood to enjoy it now. He ruffled Ivan’s hair lightly. “Let’s go.”

This left Ivan’s meticulously styled hair in sudden disarray. Looking completely out of sorts, he trailed

after Jonas.

Lilly draped herself over Jonas’s shoulder and giggled in delight. “Ivan, your hair looks like a bird’s

nest!”

Ivan just stared at her, unable to come up with a suitable retort.

The reporters’ cameras immediately began clicking when they saw this! They might not be able to

spread gossip about the golden boy of film, but they could certainly fuel speculation about the possible

connection between the Crawfords and the Shaws. If the two families were truly going to join hands

and work together, there would be a massive upheaval in the city’s business community…

Jonas and Lilly returned to the ceremony venue, where both uncle and niece settled themselves onto a

couch and lounged, relaxing. Jonas, in particular, looked like a dashing rogue as he crossed his long

legs, exuding an air of elegance.

Lilly, on the other hand, completely relaxed against the back of the couch like a deflated balloon.

Rubbing her stomach, she looked sorrowfully down at it and said, “There, there. Uncle Jonas won’t let

you eat cake, how can you act up like this? He won’t allow you to have sweets, and he didn’t get you

anything to drink either! Poor tummy!”

Jonas was left without a word to say. The little minx was truly a drama queen!

Both of them had barely settled in before they were suddenly swarmed by enthusiastic people who

chattered non-stop.

“Ms. Lilly, could you please read my daughter-in-law’s fortune and tell me when she’ll give birth? Will

the baby be a boy or a girl?”

“Ms. Lilly! Ms. Lilly! I want to know my fortune, please! When will I become wealthy?”

“Ms. Lilly…”

Everyone was clamoring for Lilly’s attention.

The noise nearly drove Jonas mad, but he resolutely remained where he was. Today his task was to be

Lilly’s bodyguard. He closed his eyes to calm himself, shutting out the hubbub around them.

Once in a while, he could hear Lilly’s clear, childish voice rising above the confused babble of voices.

“Granny, your grandson will be born in three more days!”

A venerable old matron in the group looked stunned, a denial slipping out before she could stop

herself. “Nonsense! My daughter-in-law is only eight months pregnant!” There was still a month before

the due date! She felt rather disappointed; this was really too big of a stretch. Shame on her for

believing that Lilly might actually have the gift of second sight; if the little girl had said half a month

instead, she would have believed her! Grumbling, she pointed out, “My daughter-in-law still has at least

a month to go before she gives birth. This is really too far-fetched…”

Lilly’s prediction was a month early unless the old matron’s daughter-in-law was hiding something from

the family and the child was actually another man’s…

Lilly just shook her head. As Pablo had said, in divination, people either believed the predictions or they

didn’t. If they didn’t, then it was best not to waste time on them.

The old matron departed, muttering.

The rest of the people kept asking for their fortunes, and Lilly answered them painstakingly one by one.

“Oh? Miss, you said you wanted to become wealthy. What’s your idea of becoming wealthy, though?”

A fresh-faced young lady answered eagerly, “Suddenly becoming rich overnight! I want to have lots and

lots of money, more than even Mr. Anthony Crawford!” Worshipfully, she stole a glance at Anthony, who

was standing nearby.

However, she was abruptly brought back to reality by Lilly’s young, yet stern, little voice. “In that case,

Miss, you’ll just have to dream!” There was absolutely no way this young lady could hope to become

richer than Uncle Anthony! Uncle Anthony was very, very good at making money!

The young lady stared at Lilly, then wailed, “No! I don’t believe it, that can’t be right!”

Everyone kept swamping Lilly with questions. The people who received good fortunes departed, full of

smiles, while others who were not so lucky kept on repeating, “No, that’s impossible! It must be a fake

prediction!” like broken records.

Jonas folded his arms and gave a derisive smirk. “Modern-day superstitions indeed.”

Lilly looked up curiously. “Modern-day superstitions? What does that mean?”

Ivan’s face was wooden as he rested his hands primly and properly on his knees. “It’s like if you have a

bad dream and wake up and say, dreams aren’t real. But if you have a good dream, then you think, oh,

this is a lucky dream! It’s like people say, if your left eye twitches, you’ll have good luck, but if your right

eye twitches, it’s bad luck. When their right eye twitches, most people think that something good’s

about to happen. But if their left eye twitches, they’ll say they’ve just been too tired lately, and it’s only a

muscle twitch. That’s modern-day superstition.”

Lilly blinked. Abruptly, she looked over at Ivan, her eyes shining.