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

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

memory of her time spent abroad and the life

didn’t want

Mr. Foley with a watery, crystal-like blue

closed his eyes, and lay back on the bed,

shadows cast on his face seemed a bit too intense. The image of the rosewood bead

never met before, so how

wasn’t because of an issue with Eddie, then

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

role in

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

call Cheyenne and ask her to be cautious.

bloodletting treatment for Iker,

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

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

hiding somewhere in her home sent shivers down

herself, and answered her phone after it rang

snake… hissing near the sofa…” Omari

“Hiss!”

triangular head high and spat

of

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

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

clearly what Mr. Owen said, but she caught him mentioning Master

Vincent?

Jonathan suddenly

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