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…”

she could finish her sentence, Vincent

furrowed his brow and reprimanded her as well. “That’s enough, Emelia. Your brother is right. If you

memory of her time spent abroad and the life she led there still

she didn’t want to

gazing at old Mr. Foley with a watery, crystal-like

didn’t 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 wore continued to echo in his mind, and it troubled

met before, so how could the former

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

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

Adrian’s role

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

to be cautious. She shouldn’t have any contact with

important matter of her own. Layne was performing a bloodletting treatment for Iker, and the

hole on top of its glass enclosure, darting wildly

the snake doesn’t hide, or

a poisonous snake hiding somewhere in her home

at the top of the staircase, hugging herself,

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

“Hiss!”

lifted its triangular head high

careful of

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 his

and 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 she

said, but she caught him

Vincent?

did Jonathan suddenly