The Princess to Eight Uncles (Lily And Mr. Crawford) Chapter 146

Bettany was aghast. “No, this is much worse. This is a joke now.”

Lilly nodded as if she understood the situation.

Pablo interjected, “Don’t forget what we are here for, Lilly.”

The harem spirit was too occupied with her “dilemma”.

“I’ll teach you Containment. We can transform our energy into a lasso and capture spirits. Now…”

Lilly listened to Pablo’s instructions carefully. She then made the first attempt, but nothing came out.

Pablo cheered her up, “It’s okay. It takes a few tries, even for geniuses.”

“Okay!” Lilly was not one to give up easily. She tried the second time, to no avail. For her third endeavor, she focused very hard with her tiny noggin. Anthony looked at Lilly, wondering why she had a constipated expression. What he couldn’t see was that Lilly conjured a crimson net and entangled the harem spirit.

Pablo’s ghostly jaw fell on the floor. A crimson net already? People usually started with a lasso! The spirit was caught. It looked at its aggressor and found that it was detained by a mere kid! It thrashed and floundered, but the crimson net only became tighter. Meanwhile, Priscilla’s eyes turned droopy and she slurred,

“Don’t leave me. Flynn… Sam…”

Lilly tried to retrieve the net, as if she was in a tug-of-war race.

“Let go of me!” The spirit screamed. It pulled at the net, almost dragging Lilly with it. Anthony was quick to catch his falling niece. Pablo finally intervened. With some quick finger movements, the crimson net glowed. The spirit was now restrained. And with one last pull, the spirit was forcefully removed from Priscilla’s head.

What a catch! Lilly was over the moon.

Sam pried away the grip Priscilla had on him. “Enough. I have had enough.”

He decided to quit. Yesterday, he was given a taste of love. But today, reality taught him a harsh lesson. Sam saw it coming. Priscilla was never a loyal woman.

Priscilla snapped back from her hallucinatory haze. Thinking about the intimate moments they shared last night, she subconsciously called out, “Sam…”

Priscilla looked at the only man left. “Flynn, you won’t leave me, right?”

Two of her three boyfriends had left her. She was a woman. How could she live without a man?

But Priscilla only saw Flynn’s warmthless eyes. “I want you to come with me so that you can pack your things. And then, never come back.”

Priscilla broke down. “No! You can’t do this. You said you would forgive me, no matter what I do.”

She was just a little girl who wanted validation from another man. Was that too much?

“I changed my mind.” Flynn let her go. “I’ll cancel the credit card I gave you. Take care.”

Fear consumed Priscilla. Without any income, how could she feed herself? “But Flynn…”

Flynn swatted Prisicilla’s reaching arm away. There was a crowd gathering to watch the entire fiasco. They all pointed at her and exchanged comments among themselves.

Flynn packed whatever Lilly and Anthony bought and gave it to them. “Sorry, we’re closed. You can have those things for free. And uhh… thank you.”

Bettany held Lilly’s hands. “Let’s go.”

Anthony pushed Bettany’s wheelchair and left Priscilla at the scene. Lilly had to carry the resisting harem spirit with her hands. It was too heavy!

“Lilly, what are you carrying?” Bettany was curious to know why Lilly was in an odd posture.

To avoid freaking her grandmother out, Lilly dismissed nonchalantly, “I’m just playing a game, Grandma.”

Bettany couldn’t shake off her suspicion, but she didn’t press on. On their way to the parking lot, they purchased what they needed to cure Anthony’s insomnia. To no one’s surprise, Priscilla was there.

“Mr. Crawford. Please, everyone left me. I don’t know what to do now. Please help me. Lend me your shoulder.”

She sobbed, like a hurt animal. She had broken up with Shawn, Sam, and Flynn for him. Surely Anthony would accept her now?

Anthony raised his slender leg and kicked the pathetic woman away. The force of which sent Priscilla flying into a garbage can. Bettany and Lilly watched on with widened eyes.

“If I see you again, I’ll kick you away again.” It seemed like Anthony picked up some of Blake’s hooliganism.

After Anthony made sure that everyone was in his car, he drove off. Priscilla wept loudly on her floor.

Her future husband had misunderstood her. Anthony would notice his mistake soon and return to pick her up. They would then have a touching reunion.

Right?