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…”

sentence, Vincent silenced her

her as well. “That’s enough, Emelia. Your

life she led there

she didn’t want to

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

weakly, closed his eyes, and lay back on the bed, drifting into light

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 his mind, and it

never met before, so

an issue with Eddie, then was it

Master Iker’s leg, Mr.

role in all

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 a tight web

ask her to be cautious. She

bloodletting treatment

round hole on top of its glass enclosure,

the snake doesn’t hide, or I won’t feel

the thought of having a poisonous snake hiding

herself, and answered

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

“Hiss!”

creature lifted its triangular head high and spat

careful of

high-pitched scream from Cheyenne came over the phone, nearly scaring the fifty-year-old

in his

clearly what Mr. Owen said, but she caught

Vincent?

did Jonathan suddenly

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