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

Your brother is right. If you

the life she led there

didn’t want to go

old Mr. Foley with a watery, crystal-like blue in

coughed weakly, closed his eyes, and lay back on the bed,

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

Vincent and Eddie had never met before, so how could the

because of an issue with Eddie, then was it because of something in

blood sample earlier and the fact that Cheyenne was currently treating Master

Adrian’s role in all

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 around him, leaving him

Cheyenne and ask her to be cautious.

her own. Layne was performing a bloodletting treatment for Iker, and the blood of venomous snakes had triggered a frenzy

snake emerged from the round hole on top of its glass enclosure, darting

hide, or I won’t feel safe sleeping at

a poisonous snake hiding somewhere in her home sent

of the staircase, hugging herself, and answered her phone after it rang

we talk later? There’s a snake… hissing near the

“Hiss!”

head high and spat black venom,

careful of Master Vincent.

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

pain. The voice of Cheyenne repeated in his mind incessantly,

Owen said,

Vincent?

did Jonathan