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…”

sentence, Vincent silenced her with a warning

father, Franklin, furrowed his brow and reprimanded her as well. “That’s enough, Emelia. Your brother is right. If you continue offending people, I’ll have to send

abroad and the life she led there still

want to

old Mr. Foley with a watery,

a friendly look. He coughed weakly, closed his eyes,

tree shadows cast on his face seemed a bit too intense. The image of the rosewood bead bead that Vincent wore continued to

met before, so how could the former plot against the

Eddie, then

Eddie’s experiment with the blood sample earlier and the fact that Cheyenne was currently treating Master Iker’s leg, Mr. Owen wondered if Vincent had some sort of connection with the

was Adrian’s role in

fell on him. However, he couldn’t shake the inexplicable feeling of coldness. He felt like all these events had woven a tight web

call Cheyenne and ask her to be cautious. She shouldn’t have any contact with the

own. Layne was performing a bloodletting treatment for Iker, and the blood of venomous snakes had triggered a frenzy

enclosure, darting wildly around the room, and entering an aggressive

hide, or I won’t feel safe sleeping at

the thought of having a poisonous snake hiding somewhere in her home sent

herself, and answered her

There’s a snake… hissing near the sofa…” Omari quickly approached, wearing rubber gloves, and cautiously reached out towards the Lycodon

“Hiss!”

high and spat black

careful of Master

Mr. Owen could finish his sentence, a high-pitched scream from Cheyenne came over the phone, nearly

in his mind incessantly, “Quick, don’t let it get under the sofa.” What

what Mr. Owen said, but she

Vincent?

did Jonathan