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…”

finish her sentence, Vincent

Your brother is right. If you continue

and the life she led there still haunted her

she didn’t want to go

at old Mr. Foley with a watery, crystal-like blue in her

he didn’t give her a friendly look. He coughed weakly, closed his eyes, and lay back on the bed, drifting

sunshine, and the overlapping tree shadows cast on his face seemed a

never met before, so how

with Eddie, then was it because of something

was currently treating Master Iker’s leg, Mr. Owen wondered if Vincent had some sort

was Adrian’s role

tracks. He looked up at the deep blue sky above, where the piercing golden sunlight fell on him. However, he

Cheyenne and ask her to be cautious. She shouldn’t

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

of its glass enclosure, darting

snake doesn’t hide, or I won’t

poisonous snake hiding somewhere in her home sent shivers down Cheyenne’s

hugging herself, and answered her phone after it rang for

we talk later? There’s a snake… hissing near the sofa…” Omari quickly

“Hiss!”

creature lifted its triangular head high and spat black venom, ready

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

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

clearly what Mr. Owen said, but

Vincent?

Jonathan

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