Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)
Chapter 599 I'll Show You Bad Luck

Chapter 599 I'll Show You Bad Luck

Lilly stopped short. Why had she turned into a terrible person all of a sudden?

She was a good child of the nation, learning from her brothers and doing her best to be a good person.

She was going to be just like her Dad and Uncle Cloud when she grew up, loving and serving her own country.

The wronged look on her face made the eavesdropping spirits frown in pity.

The harem spirit said, "What the hell, this girl's asking for a beating! Get him, Unlucky!"

She'd said she was down on her luck, hadn't she! Well, they'd show her bad luck for good!

The unlucky ghost pounced on her with a howl.

Lilly did not even have the time to stop him...

Blake stood up, his expression icy.

"Apologize to my daughter," he said coldly.

He was a tall man, and brought about an air of authority standing up that made the carriage feel pressured. He stared the woman down, boring holes into her like a hunter eyeing his prey.

Bettany had not woken up from the kerfuffle until now, waking up with a start from the aura.

The woman found it hard to speak all of a sudden. She had always had a sharp tongue, but could not make a single sound for some reason.

"Ha... why should I even apologize!" She mumbled, nowhere as loud as she had been.

Blake continued to stare at the woman, and she lowered her head by instinct. Yet upon realizing what she had just done, she was all the more frustrated.

Where had she been wrong? Why did she have to say sorry?

With the way this bastard was abusing his power, he had probably just come into money! New money people were always trashy just like that. This man had probably broken the hearts of countless women, ugh!

Bettany frowned, whispering, "What happened?"

Hugh said, "I don't know. I just woke up too.

Bettany was speechless.

Margaret leaned over from her single seat, whispering what had happened.

Bettany smirked coldly. "And I was wondering what terrible sin my kid had committed! You said it yourself... This is a train, not your house. You aren't royalty, but expected to be treated like a princess and have everyone do as you wish?"

"You made three calls sound like he was on the phone the entire way over here, you made one phone call consisting of one sentence that sounded like he was talking endlessly. Do you make your own thread? You sure know how to spin a yarn!"

"The two passengers beside him weren't even woken up! What are you on about?"

"My kid isn't a terrible person, but you definitely seem like one! Don't you mess with me! Are you going to say sorry, or not?"

How dare this lady call her darling girl a terrible person.

Even though Bettany was angry, she still managed to keep her voice down out of care for the two other passengers in the middle.

Said passengers had their headphones and eye masks on, oblivious to their surroundings as they slept peacefully.

The woman glowered at Bettany. This old lady was dressed quite simply, but seemed to have an air about her...

What a shame it was, that she was not a person of logic either!

The woman felt like she was being ganged up against. She had only said a few words, but was now getting bullied by a whole group of people!

The woman raised her head, getting ready to retaliate. Yet she saw Blake's icy gaze, that old lady squinting at her threateningly, and the old man next to her looking at her unkindly as well. Even the shabbily- dressed woman next to all of them was glaring at her.

Crackle...

Blake clenched his fists, his knuckles making a series of cracking sounds.

The woman could not hold her ground in the end, gritting her teeth. "I'm sorry! Is that enough?"

The whole family was like that! She cursed them to have a whole life of bad luck!

The woman reached out for her glass of water angrily, about to take a sip to calm down.

Yet she somehow slipped, and the glass fell from her grasp!

Splash...

A full glass of water upended itself on her, drenching her completely. She stood up in a panic, and the glass fell to the floor with a clatter.

Before she could react, the overhead luggage compartment opened out of nowhere. A suitcase fell from its square on her head, before hitting her toe.

The woman was wearing flip-flops, and she squealed in pain. "Ouch..."

Her sling bag hit the passenger next to her.

The unlucky ghost said, "Sorry! Didn't mean to do that!"

His aura was just too strong, affecting others.

The passenger next to the woman woke up. She took her eye mask off and frowned at the woman, but still returned her sling bag to her.

The woman was nothing but embarrassed, filled with rage and humiliation that she could not express anywhere. She glared at the passenger instead, snatching her bag over. The passenger, another lady, did not know what she had done to be glared at. The passenger cursed, "Trashy b*tch."

The woman was furious. "What did you call me! Who are you calling trashy? Apologize to me right now!"

The passenger next to her could not be bothered to argue with her, tapping her husband next to her.

Her husband woke up, and took his eye mask off. The blanket on him dropped from his shoulders, revealing his arms full of tattoos. There was a scar next to his eye as well.

The mere look of him was enough to send chills running down one's spine.

The woman was speechless.

She did not dare to say anything further. She saw a train steward passing by, and projecting all her anger onto him at once. "What are you all doing? Did you just get here? Aren't there supposed to be two stewards on standby in all the luxury cabins? Were you playing truant?"

The steward explained that he had been doing a luggage check, but the woman refused to listen and shouted that she was going to make a complaint.

Lilly shook her head. "This lady only knows how to bully those weaker than her."

She talked a big talk, but was silent the second she ran into someone stronger than her.

Bettany raised her phone all of her sudden, her voice calm like she was narrating. "Take a look at this, everyone. Coming live to you, it's a lady waking other people up and throwing her bad at others but getting angry the second she's confronted."

"She knows she can't bully her fellow passengers, so she takes it out on the stewards. Man, there really are all kinds of people in the world these days. What society scum, tsk tsk."

Lilly glanced over curiously, but saw that Bettany's phone screen was dark.

She was pretending!

The woman, however, seemed to be terrified of being exposed. She cursed, lowering her head and retreating to her seat.

Bettany scoffed. She had all the men of the Crawford family at her mercy from the strong to the powerful to the burly. It was best not to mess with her!

After she was done, she reminded Lilly, "Lilly, don't ever be like that. Got it?"

Lilly nodded her head. "Got it."

She sneakily called out to the unlucky ghost to come back.

The unlucky ghost, currently on a rebellious streak, said, "Hell no!"

There was limited space on the train, and he hadn't even shown the woman what true bad luck was. No, he wasn't coming back quite yet!

The fashionably-clad woman sat out the rest of the journey just like that, her soaking wet clothes making her miserable and uncomfortable. She wanted to change in the toilet, but found that she could not get up for some reason.

At last, everyone reached their stop. She ordered the stewards around loudly to get her suitcases down, her expression ashen. At last, she strode out haughtily on her high heels.

Yet the second she alighted, one of her heels went sideways.

Whatever she was holding flew out of her grasp at once as she went keeling over, falling on the floor in a starfish formation.

She scrambled to her feet in a panic, only for her other heel to break off and sent her falling to the ground again.

Blood trickled from both her nostrils as well as her mouth from her chipped teeth. Even her forehead was scraped.

The unlucky ghost clapped, satisfied at last. "That's what it's like to be down on your luck."

"You should be lucky you only cursed them once, or you would've gotten worse than just falling twice!"

The unlucky ghost whooshed back into the spirit jar.

The woman wanted to cry. She raised her head, and saw Bettany and the rest coming out of the train with Lilly in tow. They looked at her once, and left.

None of them even helped her!

What trashy, new money peasants!

The woman cursed to herself. "Who do they think they are... I hope their boat sinks when they take a trip around the lake, and their entire family goes down. God, it's because of people like them that the country's in shambles..."