She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 314: You Lose Your Chance to Speak

His eyes were calm and clear when he was speaking.

Even experienced liars usually show subtle signs of deception.

Mr. Owen had studied micro-psychology for decades and had observed countless people. No one had ever escaped his keen perception.

“Emelia, apologize to Mr. Owen,” Franklin, her father, chimed in, touching his nose and speaking sternly.

Emelia didn’t think she had done anything wrong. She bit her rosy lip and reluctantly approached Mr. Owen, standing before him with a raised chin.

“Mr. Owen, I apologize. I got excited earlier out of anger. I hope you can overlook the fault of a nobody like me.”

Her proud demeanor didn’t look like an actual apology. It was a perfunctory gesture.

Mr. Owen couldn’t be bothered to argue with an ignorant young girl like her. He turned away and addressed Kelvin.

“Mr. Foley, I’ll take my leave. I suggest you consider looking for my junior.”

“Sorry, Mr. Owen, for the inconvenience today. Regarding the cooperation project, I will increase my investment.”

“Thank you.”

With that, he left without even looking at Emelia. She remained at the door, glaring at Mr. Owen’s departing figure with anger.

Vincent sternly warned her, his voice cold, “Emelia, I’ll warn you again. If you keep speaking recklessly, don’t blame me for punishing you.”

“I was just telling the truth…”

her sentence, Vincent silenced her with a warning

Franklin, furrowed his brow and reprimanded her as well. “That’s enough, Emelia. Your

time spent abroad and the life she led there still haunted her to

want to

old Mr. Foley

give her a friendly look. He coughed weakly, closed his eyes, and lay back on the bed, drifting into light

Owen left the Foley mansion. The outside world was basked in bright sunshine, and the overlapping tree shadows cast on his face seemed

Eddie had never met before, so how could the former plot against the

issue with Eddie, then was it because of something in Eddie’s

and the fact that Cheyenne was currently treating Master Iker’s leg, Mr. Owen wondered if

Adrian’s role in all

through, Mr. Owen abruptly stopped in his tracks. He looked up at the deep blue sky above, where the piercing golden sunlight fell on him.

he decided to call Cheyenne and ask her to be cautious. She shouldn’t have

was currently occupied with an important matter of her own. Layne was performing a bloodletting treatment for Iker, and the blood

from the round hole on top of its glass enclosure, darting wildly around the

doesn’t hide, or I won’t feel safe sleeping

a poisonous snake hiding somewhere in her home sent

at the top of the staircase, hugging herself,

do you have something important? Can we talk later? There’s a snake… hissing near the sofa…” Omari quickly approached, wearing rubber gloves, and cautiously reached out towards the

“Hiss!”

lifted its triangular head high and spat black venom,

be careful of Master

Mr. Owen could finish his sentence, a high-pitched scream from Cheyenne came over the phone, nearly scaring the fifty-year-old man out of

of Cheyenne repeated in his mind incessantly, “Quick, don’t let it get

clearly what Mr. Owen said,

Vincent?

did Jonathan