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

the person he had been searching for–someone with a half–masked fox face, quick and clever, the exact

eyes, his voice softening.

and her whereabouts were unclear. Plus, she had a head injury

mind working through

moment, Charmaine knocked before entering. Seeing Keon and Emyr sitting across from each other, with Emyr’s shirt slightly open, revealing his bare chest, and the atmosphere between them

… Anyway, I’ll just leave,” she stammered, backing toward

Emyr’s voice rang out, sharp and irritable. “Charmaine, come

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expression darkened. “What was that

her head innocently. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr.

eyebrow. “I think you

Satan is feeling

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

turned toward Charmaine, subtly

on the way

at Emyr’s cold gaze. She quickly adopted a

his morning routine and had breakfast, Charmaine retreated to her room.

the table, two

night, the Regal Tavern.”

the task you

at Charmaine’s lips.

breath