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 her with a warning

enough, Emelia. Your brother is right. If you continue

life she led there

she didn’t want to go

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

give her a friendly look. He coughed weakly, closed his eyes, and lay back on the bed, drifting

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

Eddie had never met before, so how could the former

of an issue with Eddie, then was it because of

the 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

Adrian’s role in all

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

and ask her to be cautious. She shouldn’t have any contact with the people from the

bloodletting treatment for Iker, and the blood of venomous snakes had triggered a frenzy

the round hole on top of its glass enclosure, darting

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

having a poisonous snake hiding

herself, and answered her phone after it

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

“Hiss!”

creature lifted its triangular head high and spat black venom, ready to

of Master Vincent.

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

Cheyenne repeated in his

Mr. Owen said, but she caught him

Vincent?

did Jonathan suddenly