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

as well. “That’s enough, Emelia. Your brother is right. If

of her time spent abroad and the life

want to go

gazing at old Mr. Foley with a watery,

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

on his face seemed a bit too intense. The image of the rosewood bead bead that Vincent

so how could the former

because of an issue with Eddie, then was it because

with the blood sample earlier and the fact that Cheyenne was currently treating Master Iker’s leg, Mr.

Adrian’s role

at the deep blue sky above, where the piercing golden sunlight fell on him. However, he couldn’t shake the inexplicable feeling of

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

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

of its glass enclosure, darting wildly around the room,

doesn’t hide, or I

of having a poisonous snake hiding somewhere in

of the staircase, hugging herself, and answered her phone after

a snake… hissing near the sofa…” Omari quickly approached, wearing

“Hiss!”

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

be careful of

came over the phone, nearly scaring the fifty-year-old man

he felt a sudden throbbing pain. The voice of Cheyenne repeated in his mind incessantly, “Quick, don’t let it get under the sofa.” What was

what Mr. Owen said, but she caught him

Vincent?

Jonathan