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 her with a warning

Emelia. Your brother is right. If

life she led there still haunted her to this

didn’t want

kept silent, gazing at old Mr. Foley with

friendly look. He coughed weakly, closed his eyes, and lay back on the bed, drifting into light sleep once

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

Eddie had never met before, so how

an issue with Eddie, then was it because of something

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

role in

Mr. Owen abruptly stopped 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 feeling of coldness. He felt like all these

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

a bloodletting treatment for Iker, and the blood of venomous

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

the snake doesn’t hide, or I won’t

thought of having a poisonous snake hiding somewhere in her

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

something important? Can we talk later? There’s a snake… hissing near

“Hiss!”

triangular head high and

be careful of Master

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

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

said, but she

Vincent?

did Jonathan suddenly mention