Spoiled by Eight Uncles Summary pdf

Lawrence’s tone was cold as he asked, “Why do I have to go to your art exhibition instead of attending the

Crawford family’s wedding?”

Violet gritted her teeth and said, “Mr. Lambert, you are my master! I am not famous yet. Shouldn’t you help me?”

Lawrence interrupted her, saying, “Lilly is also my student.”

Lawrence continued, “Besides, helping you is a matter of personal relationships, not my duty. I don’t want you to

take advantage of my favors and connections and assume you are granted. I will do my best to pave the way for

my student, but you must be first.”

After saying these words, Lawrence hung up the phone.

Violet was stunned.

Her mind buzzed as she listened to the dial tone coming from her phone.

What did he mean by this?

What did he mean by “You must be my student first”. She was his student.

Considering their ten-year teacher-student relationship, he could not be so heartless. Was he cut ties with her?

“No, he won’t.”

Violet calmed down and thought about what she had just said to her teacher. It was indeed offensive.

She was busy with the art exhibition and overwhelmed, so she could not control her emotions for a while.

She did not do it on purpose.

Violet immediately called again, but this time there was no answer. Nobody picked up the phone.

She tried to video call him, but nobody answered on the other side, and none of her messages were replied to.

Although her number was not blocked, Lawrence completely ignored her.

Violet’s legs went weak, and she sat down on the sofa.

No, she had already lost Lawrence. She could not lose her career as well.

Violet immediately grabbed her bag and rushed towards the wedding.

Jay chased after her. “Mrs. Yarbrough, your art exhibition is not over yet. Where are you going?”

Violet replied, “You take care of it!”

After Violet left, a few young artists who liked her artwork came to find her but could not find her. Jay said that

Violet had something to attend to and left.

The young artists were very disappointed. This was her art exhibition. Who would leave before it ended?

It showed disrespect to them.

In public, Violet encouraged young painters. But in her heart, she looked down on young painters and even refused

to meet with them. This news had spread.

Violet rushed to Anthony’s wedding estate. Unfortunately, she could not get in.

The onlookers were outside, and she could not get into the outermost crowd.

She was unwilling, so she squeezed her way in, messing up her hair and smudging her lipstick.

As a result, she saw the end of the wedding and Anthony standing at the door with Lisa, bidding farewell to the

guests.

Just as Violet was about to step forward, a fork flew towards her from somewhere.

Dexter glared and shouted, “Hey! I recognize you. My master already has a wife, and you dare to come and offer

yourself. Fork her out!”

Violet was held at fork-point and kept retreating. She stumbled and fell to the ground.

She was pinned to the ground as long as Anthony escorted the guests.

Finally, all the cars from the Crawford family left. Crawford Holdings took over Rose Manor.

After the wedding, Rose Manor would be developed into a popular tourist attraction and rented out as a venue.

Anthony would not waste any opportunity to make money.

Because today was Anthony’s wedding, Rose Manor would be open to the public for free after the wedding, allowing

everyone to visit. There would even be free candy and snacks available on-site.

As the lights came on, the internet celebrities and passersby waiting to enter and take photos were eager to come

in.

Seeing the Crawford family leave and the manor open, everyone rushed in, creating a lively scene.

The last BMW parked by the roadside, and someone shouted, “Dexter, let’s go!”

Only then did Dexter snort, release the fork, and press a button.

The fork became shorter and shrank, and Dexter carried the fork leisurely, got in the car and left.

Violet climbed up messily and angrily, unwilling to give up, and chased a few steps forward but was pushed by

passers-by in the next second.

“Oh, sorry, I stepped on you.”

“Sorry, sorry.”

“What the hell, why is someone pushing out? What are you doing?”

The person who bumped into Violet either apologized insincerely or expressed dissatisfaction.

Violet’s hair was messy, her makeup was smudged, and her lipstick was smeared on the corner of her mouth. She

looked like a mad woman.

“Ah!” She could not hold it anymore and stomped her feet in frustration, throwing her bag on the ground.

The surrounding people looked at her in surprise, and Violet was so angry, but she still had to pretend to be calm.

Reluctantly, she picked up her bag and ran away.

When she returned home, Violet was even more frustrated.

The art exhibition was a disaster, and everyone in the art industry mocked her.

Rumors had already spread about Violet doing something disgraceful, to the point where Lawrence cut ties with

her.

Today, Lawrence of the art exhibition did not show up. And there were headlines about Violet looking down on

young artists.

Now everyone criticized her for seeking fame, being hypocritical, and using her power to intimidate others.

Violet was mentally and physically exhausted.

She closed everything related to the art world and did not want to look at it anymore.

She decided to relax by soaking herself in the bathtub. Still, when she glanced at her phone, she saw various short

videos, high-definition pictures, and live broadcasts of the century wedding of the Crawford family today.

Violet could not resist the temptation and clicked to watch, and then she could not stop watching.

Seeing Lisa in her sparkling wedding dress, she exuded an aura of beauty and charm that captivated everyone

present.

Watching her rush into Anthony’s arms, exchanging rings with him, and seeing Anthony gently tuck away her stray

hair, she could not wait for the emcee to finish the congratulations before kissing Lisa.

The sight of children cheering and tossing flowers added to the overall romance and deep affection permeating the

wedding.

She could not take it anymore. Jealousy drove her mad.

“Ah!”

She angrily threw her phone to the side, only for it to fall into the bathtub.

Violet instinctively reached to pick it up but plunged into the bathtub.