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…”

she could finish her sentence, Vincent silenced her with a

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

memory of her time spent abroad and the life she led there

didn’t want to go

Foley with

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

basked in bright sunshine, and the overlapping tree shadows cast on his face seemed a bit too intense. The image of the rosewood bead bead that Vincent wore

never met before, so how could the former plot

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

experiment with the blood sample earlier and the fact that Cheyenne was currently treating Master Iker’s leg, Mr. Owen wondered if Vincent had

was Adrian’s role in all

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

cautious. She shouldn’t have any contact with the

currently occupied with an important matter of her own. Layne was performing a bloodletting treatment for Iker, and the blood of venomous snakes had triggered a frenzy

enclosure, darting wildly around the room, and entering

doesn’t hide, or I won’t

the thought of having a poisonous snake hiding somewhere in her home sent shivers down Cheyenne’s

at the top of the staircase, hugging herself, and

Jonathan, do you have something important? Can we talk later? There’s a snake… hissing near the sofa…” Omari quickly approached, wearing rubber gloves, and cautiously reached out towards the Lycodon

“Hiss!”

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

of

could finish his sentence, a high-pitched scream from Cheyenne came over the phone, nearly scaring the

throbbing pain. The voice of Cheyenne repeated in his mind incessantly, “Quick, don’t

said, but she caught

Vincent?

Jonathan