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…”

finish her sentence, Vincent silenced her with a warning

furrowed his brow and reprimanded her as well. “That’s enough, Emelia. Your brother is right. If you continue offending people, I’ll have to send you

her time spent abroad and the life she led there still haunted her to this

didn’t want to go

old Mr. Foley

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

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

never met before, so how could the former

of an issue with Eddie, then was it because

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

role

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

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

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

on top of its glass enclosure, darting wildly around the room, and

or

a poisonous snake hiding somewhere in her

hugging herself, and answered her phone after it rang for a

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

“Hiss!”

triangular head high and spat black

careful of Master

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

repeated in his mind

clearly what Mr. Owen said, but

Vincent?

Jonathan