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

reprimanded her as well. “That’s enough, Emelia. Your brother

and the life she led there still haunted her to

she didn’t want to go

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

a friendly look. He coughed weakly, closed his eyes, and lay back

other side, Mr. Owen left the Foley mansion. The outside world was basked in bright sunshine, and the overlapping tree shadows cast on his face seemed a bit too intense. The image of the rosewood bead

so how could the former plot against

it wasn’t because of an issue with Eddie, then was it because

and the fact that Cheyenne was currently treating Master Iker’s leg, Mr. Owen wondered if Vincent had some sort of connection

role in

it through, 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

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

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

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

sure the snake doesn’t hide, or

poisonous snake hiding somewhere in

herself, and answered her

snake… hissing near the sofa…” Omari quickly approached, wearing rubber gloves,

“Hiss!”

lifted its triangular head high and spat black venom,

be careful of Master

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

in his mind incessantly, “Quick, don’t let it get under

Mr. Owen said, but she

Vincent?

did Jonathan