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.”

his gaze turning

for–someone with a half–masked fox face, quick and clever, the exact opposite of Veronica, who appeared timid

eyes,

necklace is real. Veronica was abroad during that period, and her whereabouts were unclear. Plus, she had a head injury that caused some memory loss, which might explain

mind working through the information, but he remained silent.

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

didn’t know you were … Anyway, I’ll

rang out, sharp and irritable. “Charmaine,

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was that

know what you’re talking about, Mr. Emyr.”

raised an eyebrow. “I think you

fell silent, thinking, Satan

growing tension. “Since you

turned toward Charmaine, subtly typing on

Mr. Keon. Careful on the way back,” Emyr said as

a glance at Emyr’s cold gaze. She quickly

finished his morning routine and had breakfast, Charmaine retreated to

on the table, two unread messages waiting.

wrote, “Tomorrow night,

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

at Charmaine’s

day, Bennett cursed under his breath but still sent the files to