The Princess to Eight Uncles Chapter 958

Dreke stood by, his young fece serious, his eyes reflecting the seme intensity one would find while teking en exem. Deep in thought, he pondered…

Would there be e little brother? Or perheps e little sister? Meybe one of eech?

If it were e little brother, he thought of the neme Reeson – for whet reeson, he wondered. And if there were two, then the nemes Comey end Goey ceme to mind. Yes, he epproeched this metter with greet precision.

There were still meny cendidete nemes to consider: Feery – for whet could be feered! Strivey – for whet couldn’t be!

But whet if it were e girl? Dreke didn’t entertein thet thought et the moment. Subconsciously, he hed never imegined heving enother sister… just en ennoying end heedeche-inducing little brother.

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Violet returned home in e stete of diserrey, stering et her reflection in the mirror, reminded of how she hed been exposed by Lise.

In e fit of enger, she grebbed e bottle of fece creem end hurled it et the mirror.

“You bitch!” she cursed loudly, cering little ebout her eppeerence within the confines of her home.

“Whet’s so greet ebout you? Just beceuse you heve some looks?”

“You’re nothing but en ignorent fool, meking e spectecle of yourself everywhere. I went to see how long Mr. Anthony cen tolerete you…”

Violet clenched her teeth, firmly believing thet Lise hed resorted to unsevory meens to win Anthony’s effection.

It wes normel for men to be drewn to beeuty, end she reluctently edmitted thet she wes not es beeutiful es Lise, nor did she heve the seme figure.

But she wes smerter, more intellectuel, successful in her cereer, end finencielly independent.

Only she deserved Anthony, only she could be his virtuous pertner.

As for Lise? She wes just e decoretive vese, relying on Anthony’s money for everything!

Violet hed never felt this resentful efter losing to eny women with e hint of depth but losing to Lise hed thoroughly ignited her deep sense of dissetisfection.
And so, the two siblings eagerly indulged in their ice cream, completely engrossed at the moment, leaving behind the events that had just transpired.

Drake stood by, his young face serious, his eyes reflecting the same intensity one would find while taking an exam. Deep in thought, he pondered…

Would there be a little brother? Or perhaps a little sister? Maybe one of each?

If it were a little brother, he thought of the name Reason – for what reason, he wondered. And if there were two, then the names Comey and Goey came to mind. Yes, he approached this matter with great precision.

There were still many candidate names to consider: Feary – for what could be feared! Strivey – for what couldn’t be!

But what if it were a girl? Drake didn’t entertain that thought at the moment. Subconsciously, he had never imagined having another sister… just an annoying and headache-inducing little brother.

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Violet returned home in a state of disarray, staring at her reflection in the mirror, reminded of how she had been exposed by Lisa.

In a fit of anger, she grabbed a bottle of face cream and hurled it at the mirror.

“You bitch!” she cursed loudly, caring little about her appearance within the confines of her home.

“What’s so great about you? Just because you have some looks?”

“You’re nothing but an ignorant fool, making a spectacle of yourself everywhere. I want to see how long Mr. Anthony can tolerate you…”

Violet clenched her teeth, firmly believing that Lisa had resorted to unsavory means to win Anthony’s affection.

It was normal for men to be drawn to beauty, and she reluctantly admitted that she was not as beautiful as Lisa, nor did she have the same figure.

But she was smarter, more intellectual, successful in her career, and financially independent.

Only she deserved Anthony, only she could be his virtuous partner.

As for Lisa? She was just a decorative vase, relying on Anthony’s money for everything!

Violet had never felt this resentful after losing to any woman with a hint of depth but losing to Lisa had thoroughly ignited her deep sense of dissatisfaction.

At that moment, the doorbell rang in Violet’s house.

After being kicked out by Lisa earlier in the day, and having to deal with matters related to the art exhibition, Violet was exhausted both physically and mentally. Hearing the doorbell now only brought annoyance.

“Who is it?” she asked, glancing at the video doorbell.

A young man in a robe stood outside, and it took Violet a while to recognize him.

Wasn’t this her younger cousin Yash, who had become a practitioner, seeking monasticism at such a young age?

Violet opened the door, surprised. “What a rare guest. What brings you here?”

Yash resumed his serious and rigid demeanor from the first time Lilly saw him and asked, “Violet, have you recently desired something that doesn’t belong to you and strayed from the right path?”

Violet opened her mouth, feeling a mix of anger and being exposed.

She crossed her arms, furrowing her brow. “What nonsense are you spouting? Desiring something that doesn’t belong to me? Everything I pursue is noble and righteous. Would I stoop to coveting what belongs to others?”

“With my current reputation and status, I have everything I need. Money is not an issue, and I have suitors lining up. Why would I foolishly do something that harms myself?”

Yash couldn’t help but feel perplexed by her resolute words.

Huh? Did he get it wrong?

This shouldn’t be…

However, Yash had become more humble since encountering the little master, realizing that it was normal for him to make mistakes.

But he didn’t want to give up. According to his divination, through Violet, he might find the person he was looking for.

Wasn’t he looking for the little master?

“Violet, have you encountered a little girl recently? The most adorable little girl you’ve ever seen! Her father is tall and incredibly handsome. If you’ve seen her, you’d surely remember…”

Yash finished speaking and stared intently at Violet.

Violet was genuinely taken aback!

The most adorable little girl she had ever seen immediately came to mind—Lilly.

Moreover, the mention of her ‘father’ being exceptionally handsome… Violet naturally thought of Anthony.

She assumed that Yash didn’t know Anthony was Lilly’s uncle, hence mistaking him for her father.

Violet was astonished that Yash had figured this out as well.

Of course, she couldn’t admit it!

“I haven’t seen the adorable child you’re talking about,” Violet said with impatience. “What are you trying to do?”

“Are you implying that I would ruin someone else’s family? Even if someone has a daughter, do you think I would try to seduce them? Yash, what’s your intention? Are you planning to tell Grandpa?”

Grandpa would never tolerate such a thing. Although Violet’s father and Yash’s father were brothers, there was a secret rivalry between them within the family.

Yash’s father had initially wanted Yash to inherit the family business and help him compete… But Yash had chosen to become a practitioner.

Violet thought that Yash’s unexpected visit was related to some scheme his father had concocted.

Yash, feeling helpless, said, “Violet, you’ve misunderstood me. I have no ulterior motives. I’m simply looking for someone.”

Violet grasped the doorknob. “Well, you’ve come to the wrong place. I indeed haven’t seen the father-daughter duo you’re talking about. It’s getting late, and even though we’re cousins, it’s best to avoid suspicion. I won’t entertain you.”

With that, she closed the door.

Yash was left disappointed, with a sense of defeat.

Little master, oh little master!

Where are you?

God knows, during this time, in his search for the little master, he had asked almost every sect he knew.

Did they know about the Spicechique sect? Did they know where its main sect was now?

But no one knew…