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 her

Your brother is

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

she didn’t want to go

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

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

tree shadows cast on his face seemed a bit too intense.

Eddie had never met before, so how could the former

an issue with Eddie, then was it because

earlier and the fact that Cheyenne was currently treating Master Iker’s leg, Mr. Owen wondered if Vincent had some sort

Adrian’s role in all

the piercing golden sunlight fell on him. However, he couldn’t shake the inexplicable feeling

cautious. She shouldn’t

was performing a bloodletting treatment for

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

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

poisonous snake hiding somewhere in her home

the top of the staircase, hugging herself,

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

“Hiss!”

its triangular head high

of Master Vincent.

finish his sentence, a high-pitched scream from Cheyenne came over the phone, nearly scaring the fifty-year-old man out of his

felt a sudden throbbing pain. The voice of Cheyenne repeated in

didn’t hear clearly what Mr. Owen said, but

Vincent?

Jonathan suddenly

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