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…”

Vincent silenced her with a warning

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

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

didn’t want to

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

a friendly look. He coughed weakly, closed his eyes, and lay back

Mr. Owen left the Foley mansion. The outside world was basked in bright sunshine, and the overlapping 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

issue with Eddie, then was it because of

experiment with the blood sample earlier and the fact that Cheyenne was currently treating Master

was Adrian’s role

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

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

currently occupied with an important matter of her own. Layne was performing a bloodletting treatment for Iker, and the blood of venomous snakes had triggered a frenzy in

hole on top of its glass enclosure, darting wildly around the room, and entering an aggressive state, which

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

snake hiding

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

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

“Hiss!”

lifted its triangular head high and spat black venom,

be careful of

scream from Cheyenne came over the phone, nearly scaring the fifty-year-old man out of his

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

what Mr. Owen said, but

Vincent?

Jonathan