Eight Kickass Uncle’ Sweet Spoil By Amber Arnold Chapter 31


    Chapter 31 Ghost Chases Her


    Mara and her mother were scared out of their wits and ran to the office building in a panic. Seeing


    peopleing and going, they were relieved.


    Looking back, they saw the white stic bag follow them, spinning and hovering in ce.


    Mara ran to David’s office in one breath, crying and rushing into his arms. “David.”


    David was showing Susie his drawings when he saw Mara rushing over and trying to jump into his


    arms.


    He couldn’t help but frown and take two steps back.


    Mara was ready to jump into his arms, but David let this, and she fell directly on the ground, with her


    nose bleeding.


    Mara covered her nose, wretchedly climbed up, and said hatefully, “David.”


    Employees passing by couldn’t help but be curious and crane their necks to see what was going on


    inside the office.


    Chloe quickly took out a tissue, “Ouch, Mara is your wife. How could you get out of the way?”


    David was not very good at talking and said directly, “This kind of throwing? Forgive me I refuse it.”


    Mara felt humiliated. But even though she was discontent, she could only suppress her temper,


    because she could not let others know that she and David had emotional discord and the quarrel would


    only let her lose her position.


    Mara looked over at Susie and was about to say something when she suddenly saw what she was


    drawing on her desk and jolted to a halt.


    Her painting above was a sketch portrait. Although it was not very


    realistic, even a bit like a cartoon character, somehow, it reminded her of May who was smashed to


    death on the construction site five years ago.


    Mara back burst with chills.


    Susie sat upright in her chair, looked at David, and then carefully stole a nce at Mara.


    Aunt Mara’s face was getting scarier, the ck mist on her face covered most of her face, revealing


    only her two eyes, which were scarier than ghosts.


    Susie gathered her hands and asked in a small voice, “Master, what is wrong with aunt Mara?”


    Mitch shook his head, “It’s hopeless. Did you see the shit on her face? Looks like she was chased by


    May.”


    Susie immediately nced at it again, lowered her voice, and continued to mutter, “No shit. But it’s a


    little smelly.”


    When Mara looked at Susie and the parrot muttering and talking about what ‘shit’ and what ‘stink’, her


    face was even paler.


    Just too scared, she forgot what she was being shit on face.


    Mara vomited, and could not care less about the portrait, rushed into the bathroom, and washed her


    face violently.


    David looked coldly at Lulu’s grandmother and asked in a cold voice, “What are you doing here?”


    Chloe sighed, “Look, David. Zion and Lulu are still children. You have to give the children aplete


    home. Couples quarrel is normal. You


    usually should go back home more.”


    David sneered, “If that’s what you’re here to say, then you can go.”


    He had given Mara the divorce papers. It’s up to her to sign or not. In short, the marriage was a definite


    divorce.


    David’s face was expressionless as he pushed Lulu’s grandmother out the door without waiting for her


    to say anything.


    Mara just came out after washing her face, and David mercilessly pushed her to the door and snapped


    shut the office door.


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    The staff outside immediately pretended to do serious work, but some people took out their cell phones


    to take secret pictures.


    Mara’s face was ugly and she shouted in a suppressed voice, “David, open the door.”


    David in the office pressed thendline and said something unknown. Soon two security guards came


    up and directly ‘invited’ Mara and Chloe out. Two people suddenly looked shameful.


    Chloe looked sarcastic and felt that David was too much.


    “I am his mother-inw. How could he drive me out?”


    Mara was annoyed as hell.


    That portrait of Susie just now not only made her feel scared but more disturbingly, how could Susie


    know about May? Why did shee to the site today?


    Seeing that her mother was still pushing and chattering, Mara said impatiently, “Mom, you go back first.


    I’ll go find David myself, you’re always messing up every time youe.”


    Chloe red, “What do you mean I mess up every time? I care about you and do what’s best for you,


    don’t I?”


    Mara ignored her and walked straight away.


    Chloe had to leave after a few nagging words.


    Behind the construction site, Mara sneakily walked up to a bronze statue, checked it out, and was only


    slightly relieved to see nothing out of the ordinary.


    However, only when she turned around, she saw a white stic bag hanging on the branch of a shrub


    in front of her. She saw it swaying weirdly.


    Mara’s face turned pale with fear and she ran. The white stic bag was blown up by the wind with a


    whistle and spun after Mara.


    Mara’s mind was nk, running faster, with her high heels running off, and always tending to a trace of


    untidy hair that became a chicken nest.


    Mara was so scared that she ran and made a frightened gurgling sound, and passing dogs were


    scared by her.


    Susie was lying in front of therge ss window of the pantry on the 16th floor, looking askance at the


    crazy woman running past the empty construction site in the distance.


    The square of that site had been built, with tiles on the ground, and not far from the surrounding area


    were the tall buildings under construction.


    Susie stroked Alex’s head and muttered to him, “Alex, that person looks like aunt Mara.”


    Alex followed suit with a tilted head and its green bean eyes blinked, “Stupid. Stupid.”


    Little Susie corrected, “It’s aunt Mara, not stupid.”


    Alex insisted, “Aunt Mara is stupid.”


    Behind Susie were a few youngdies who were muttering while eating their boxed lunches.


    “OMG, it’s so cute.”


    “Whose kid is this? I just came back from outside and howe we have an extra kid in the office?”


    “It’s Mr. Murray’s, right?”


    They raised their fingers and pointed to the pantry, where David was sweating profusely making milk


    powder


    The adults went to the pantry for coffee, tea, and even beer during break time, while David felt that


    Susie also needed something to drink, so he got a can of milk powder from somewhere.


    At this point, he was like a scientist doing experiments, carefully reading the instructions on the milk


    can, taking a spoon to urately measure two t spoons of milk powder, and then looking at the scale


    of the water cup.


    That’s when the ss window was snapped and a stic bag was taped


    Susie greeted, “Hi, Auntie Ugly.”


    The female ghost spit her tongue like a dog, “Quick, let me in.” She wanted to cry, too inhumane to let a


    ghost go outside in broad daylight to work. She was almost falling apart from the sun.


    Bored Mitch leaned on the side of the ss window, squinting in the sun, while saying, “Don’t worry, I


    won’t let you die. You won’t die even if you are in the sun.”


    The female ghost was secretly surprised.


    Susie, however, looked up and said, “Do not pretend to be cool or the lighting wille.”


    Mitch snickered and was about to say something when a muffled thunder suddenly rang out in the clear


    sky outside.


    A tiny bolt of lightning stroked across the blue sky.