Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)
Chapter 147

Priscilla waited for Anthony to return until night. When he wouldn't show up, she felt like she was abandoned. She cried all the way to Shawn's place, just to notice that he moved out. And then he went to Flynn's house, who was the richest among the three. She realized that Flynn had changed her lock, and her belongings were littered before the entrance. The janitor even threatened to trash her belongings. Therefore, Priscilla was forced to drag her luggage to Sam's place.

Sam was having a bad day. He was fired because he snuck Priscilla in, on top of discovering her lies earlier on. When he saw Priscilla approaching from afar, he locked his door and decided to return to his hometown. No matter how hard Priscilla begged, Sam would never open the door.

Now that no one would take her in, Priscilla wanted to stay in a hotel, but she lacked the money for it. She sat by the roadside and cried. Like the mistreated female protagonist that she saw many times on TV. Contrition was the last thing on her mind. When would a man who could accept her flaws appear?

A cab swooshed by. It ran through a puddle and splashed the dirty water on Priscilla. A piece of god knows what even flew into Priscilla's open mouth. She immediately tried to spit it out.

Had she hit rock bottom?

Lilly chained the harem spirit to her bed.

The spirit yelled, "Let me go! Let me go!" To be frank, the harem spirit was a female ghost. It felt wrong to put a leash on her.

"Scream all you want. No one can hear you anyway," said Lilly smugly.

Polly flapped its wings and left the room. "So loud! So loud!"

Josh popped his head into Lilly's room. "What did you catch this time?"

Lilly sighed, "Josh, you wouldn't want to know."

After dinner, Lilly played with her toys for a while before returning to her room. The harem spirit lay motionless. The constant screaming had worn her out.

"So, madam, are you sufficiently calmed down now?"

"Hmph," the spirit snorted.

"Okay. Tell me your story." Lilly settled into a bean bag comfortably in anticipation of a storytime. Josh came in for some reason. He propped his camera up and saw a ghost in a red dress through its lens. Terrified, he stumbled and ran to Lilly's side.

"I'll sit with you, Lilly."

Pablo gave a sly grin. "Now, now. Tell us how you die."

The spirit was much more docile now. She recalled her moment with Priscilla and cursed at herself.

"That girl is disgusting. Can you believe it? I am a spirit and I was carried away by her."

Pablo and Lilly had question marks on top of their heads.

"At first, I wanted to feed on her foul energy. But I was carried away by her fantasy." Even the spirit found it embarrassing to admit that.

"Why did you resist when we captured you then?" Pablo mocked.

"That was another story. If you catch me, you might kill me. If I get away, I can ditch Priscilla and possess another playboy or playgirl. I honestly have no idea what got into me that made me choose Priscilla." Pablo and Lilly didn't know what to say. They weren't sure if they should pity the harem spirit or not.

The harem spirit went on a long rant. "You have no idea how unhinged she is. I wanted to feed on her greed and obsession. But oh boy, she drained my foul energy instead. I have never seen a girl like her. So delusional. So self-important. She really thinks that she is the center of the universe. I think she needs to see a doctor."

Lilly then inquired further, "How did you die then? You are a harem spirit. Does that mean you were like Miss Peach?"

"Don't you compare me to that woman!" The spirit exploded. But her angered expression dissipated as something mortifying crept into her mind. "Well, I was a two-timer too..."

"But my story was way worse." She continued. "My ex took my money and eloped with my other ex!"

What the heck? That was Pablo's and Lilly's response.