Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 142 Omens

Priscilla was all energized after bawling her eyes out the previous night. Looking at her reflection in the

mirror, she gave herself a pep talk. “You can do this, Peach. You are the best girl in this world. And no

one can tell you otherwise.”

Flynn walked in with a food tray. When he saw Priscilla giving herself a pep talk, he smiled. “You are so

adorable, Peachy. Stay with me, please?”

Priscilla looked at him with sadness. “I can’t, Flynn. I truly wish to wake up like this every day. You’ll

make me breakfast. I’ll give you a child. And when you go to work, I’ll make sure the house is tidy. I’ll

wait for you to come home with the child.”

“Then stay.” Flynn grabbed Priscilla with his arms. His voice was shaky. “I will work hard to give you the

life you deserve.”

Priscilla shook her head. “What about Shawn then? He is depressed. I am the only reason why he

breathes. If I leave him, he’ll kill himself. I love you, Flynn. I truly love you. But I cannot be so selfish. I

cannot let him die.”

It was very impressive how Priscilla came up with such a cheesy plot in an instant.

“Forget me, Flynn,” uttered Priscilla dejectedly.

“I will talk to him now.” Flynn held Priscilla closer.

“No! What if that was enough to push him over the edge? If he kills himself, I will never ever forgive

myself.”

Priscilla pushed Flynn away, gave him a good, hard look, and ran away. Flynn chased after her, but lost

her ultimately.

In the stairwell, the distraught Priscilla lamented how she couldn’t be together with Flynn. And so, she

decided to visit her third boyfriend, Sam Myers.

“Peachy?” Sam was about to leave for work when he saw Priscilla. “I thought you said you don’t want

to see me anymore.”

Priscilla answered wistfully, “I don’t know who to turn to. And my body came here for some reason.”

Sam held back from doing anything. He sniggered, “Where are Shawn and Flynn? Aren’t they…”

“Stop!” Priscilla covered her face in agony. “They and I are just friends. After you left me, I never

contacted them. I didn’t want to come here. But my body was telling me…”

Sam hesitated before pulling Priscilla into his arms. For a second, she felt like she was the female lead

of a soap opera. However, as she looked up, Sam’s unkempt face shattered her illusion. He had

decided to let his beard grow unchecked.

Priscilla felt despondent. It seemed like Anthony and Blake were the only ones who fit her standard.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have come to bother you. I…”

Priscilla was about to leave but Sam couldn’t wait anymore. The woman before her was too tantalizing.

He pinned her against the wall and kissed Priscilla.

Oh! Priscilla felt breathless. A pair of soft lips were against hers. She closed her eyes, imagining that

Blake was having his way with her. How could a prey like her escape the maw of an alpha male?

Half an hour later, Priscilla burrowed half of her crimson cheek under the sheet.

Sam looked at her with all the tenderness in the world. “It was your first time, Priscilla?”

“Why do you have to bring it up? Hmph!”

It wasn’t her first time. She had had many first times with her boyfriends. Thanks to modern technology,

anything could be restored. She would have to visit the hospital again to prep for Blake and Anthony.

Sam hugged Priscilla. During their cuddle session, Priscilla told him how she crossed the Crawfords

and was fired.

“That’s why you came to me?” inquired Sam.

“I was at my wit’s end. The guilt was consuming me. But they won’t accept my apology. I walked

aimlessly on the street and the next thing I knew, I was by your doorstep.”

“Your heart called out to me…” Sam chirped.

“Oh!” Priscilla thought of something. “Don’t you work for Crawford Holdings? Can you sneak me in? I

want to apologize to Mr. Crawford in person.”

“You don’t need to,” coddled Sam.

“I have to. You don’t know how guilty I felt when I saw those nasty comments on Lilly. She is only four! I

could have stopped the brawl if I hadn’t spaced out, thinking about you.”

Sam had never met a girl as kind and pure as Priscilla before. He relented, “I can try. But the

administration floor is different from the CEO floor. He works on the 66th. We don’t have the

clearance.”

“It’s okay. When there’s a will, there’s a way.” Priscilla gave a light peck on Sam’s cheek. Since he was

already late anyway, he decided to take a half-day leave. The couple then departed to the office

building in the afternoon.

…

Situated at the central area of the new economic zone, there was a dome-shaped building that

belonged to Crawford Holdings. It was a multi-function complex. The bottom 30 floors served as a hotel

and the space beyond was a workspace, both for the Crawford’s business and other companies. Staff

members of Crawford Holdings had their exclusive elevators that were accessible via their employee

ID.

Priscilla looked at the awe-inspiring surroundings. “Wow!”

Sam gazed at her innocent face and swore internally to show her the world one day.

“Does Mr. Crawford take this elevator too?” asked Priscilla. She was all dolled up today. In her mind,

she was expecting Anthony to take the same elevator with her. And among the crowded space,

Anthony would notice her. Because she was such a different gal.

“Mr. Crawford takes the VIP elevators. Over there.”

Crawford Holdings owned almost all sorts of businesses. Sam, for example, was working in its fashion

subsidiary. The CEO’s office was on the 66th floor. People who worked there would manage

subsidiaries.

“He isn’t snobbish enough to have his own exclusive elevator.”

That said, they weren’t allowed to take the VIP elevators.

“This is so impressive,” exclaimed Priscilla.

Since Crawford Holdings was such a huge corporation, there must be tons of departments too. Priscilla

was sick of being a teacher anyway. She could apply to be Anthony’s secretary. When that happened,

she could play the role of a caring secretary who tended to the CEO’s every need.

…

Anthony couldn’t shake off an ominous feeling after he had his meeting. All of a sudden, a child-like

face popped out of the doorframe.

“Uncle Anthony!” It was Lilly’s voice. She was wearing a striped shirt and a pair of denim jeans. On her

shoulder was a transparent pet backpack that housed Polly and Tortoise.

“Lilly? Why are you here?”

Behind Lilly was Bettany. She was holding a lunchbox. “Lilly divined that you would run into bad things

today so she came to make sure you’re alright.”

Bettany had now accepted the fact that Lilly had an imaginary mentor. But as for the divination result,

she took it with a grain of salt. How could a child possibly know the art of divination?

Anthony didn’t say anything. He knew how accurate Lilly’s prediction was so he was ready to drop

everything on his schedule today.

“Where should we go then, Lilly?”

“To the flea market!”

Anthony suddenly recalled the list of weird magical trinkets Lilly gave him. It said he should purchase

some trinkets and some crystals.

“I knew you didn’t buy what I told you to buy,” Lilly sulked.

“All right, all right. I’ll do it today.” Anthony decided to indulge his niece.

“You always say that but you never do it. That’s why I have to come today.” Lilly pouted.

Although it was a peculiar demand, it wasn’t done with malicious intentions. Lilly was just trying to

protect him.

“Let’s go.” Anthony grabbed his keys and left with Lilly and Bettany.

Meanwhile, Priscilla stayed in Sam’s office for a while before deciding that she would take a stroll. She

tried several ways but she could never reach Floor 66. Not only was a specific card needed to use the

VIP elevators, they were also guarded by security. She even descended to the parking lot to see if

there was another way up. As she was about to give up, she saw a man with a broad shoulder leave

the elevator.

That aura, that handsomeness, it was Anthony, no doubt.

Priscilla exclaimed internally. Luck was on her side today.