My Reborn Story Is Insane (Back to My Worst Birthday and Starting Anew)

Chapter 118 The Regal Tavern

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Keon responded truthfully, his expression as composed as always, his features smooth and flawless.

Emyr observed him for a moment before letting out a soft chuckle. “I should have expected this from you, Mr. Keon. One meeting, and you’ve already figured it out.”

Keon hesitated for a brief second, then inquired, “Is Ms. Nelson’s medical expertise the reason you’ve kept her close?”

Emyr smiled, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mystery. “Yes… and no.

The answer was vague, leaving plenty of room for speculation.

Keon furrowed his brow, clearly intrigued, but couldn’t resist asking, “The person who owns the necklace you wanted me to find… Is it …?”

“You’ve met her,” Emyr interjected, his voice firm.

The room became quiet for a moment as the weight of the revelation settled in. “It was Veronica, the one I told you to bring to me,” Emyr added casually.

Keon’s face shifted with surprise. “How could it be her?”

He had expected someone completely different.

Emyr seemed to find Keon’s reaction amusing.

“I thought you were different from Shawn and Sinnova. You seem completely unbothered by Charmaine, but you’re so curious about my little gossip?”

Keon hesitated, then replied, “It’s not that … When you asked me to find this person, you said their identity was unclear, but their skills and intellect were remarkable. Veronica doesn’t seem to match that description.”

turning distant, lost in thought.

for–someone with a half–masked fox face, quick and clever, the

eyes,

abroad during that period, and her whereabouts were unclear. Plus, she had a head injury that caused some

working through

with Emyr’s shirt slightly open, revealing his bare chest, and the atmosphere between them thick with tension, Charmaine quickly

didn’t know you were … Anyway, I’ll just leave,” she stammered, backing toward the door.

she could leave, Emyr’s voice rang out, sharp and irritable.

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her head innocently. “I don’t know what

an eyebrow. “I think you know

silent, thinking, Satan is feeling guilty!

his throat, sensing the growing tension. “Since you seem

turned toward Charmaine, subtly typing on his phone.

Careful on the way

Charmaine turned slightly stiff as she stole a glance at Emyr’s

morning routine and had breakfast, Charmaine retreated to

the table,

“Tomorrow night, the Regal

texted, “About the task you assigned, it’s

at Charmaine’s

day, Bennett cursed under his breath but still sent the