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…”

her sentence, Vincent silenced

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

of her time spent abroad and the life she led

didn’t want to go

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

coughed weakly, closed his eyes, and lay back on the

other side, 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 echo in

met before, so how could the former

issue with Eddie, then

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

role

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

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

matter of her own. Layne was performing a bloodletting treatment

round hole on top of its glass enclosure, darting wildly around

doesn’t hide, or I won’t

hiding somewhere in her home sent shivers down

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

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

“Hiss!”

lifted its triangular head high and spat black venom, ready

of

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

in his mind incessantly, “Quick, don’t let

Owen said, but

Vincent?

Jonathan suddenly