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…”

could finish her sentence, Vincent silenced her with a

his brow and reprimanded her as well. “That’s enough, Emelia. Your brother is right. If you continue

spent abroad and the life

want to go

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

didn’t give her a friendly look. He coughed weakly, closed his eyes, and lay back

overlapping tree shadows cast on his face seemed a bit too intense. The image of

Eddie had never met before, so how could the former plot against the

of an issue with Eddie, then was

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

was Adrian’s role

in his 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

he decided to call Cheyenne and ask her to be cautious. She shouldn’t have any contact

was performing a bloodletting treatment for

its glass enclosure, darting wildly around the room, and entering an aggressive

hide, or I won’t

hiding

of the staircase, hugging herself, and

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

“Hiss!”

high and spat black

be careful of Master

Owen could finish his sentence, a high-pitched scream from Cheyenne came

raced, and he felt a sudden throbbing pain. The voice of Cheyenne repeated in his mind incessantly,

clearly what Mr. Owen said, but she

Vincent?

did Jonathan