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…”

Vincent silenced her with a

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

spent abroad and the life

didn’t want

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

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

overlapping tree shadows cast on his face seemed a

so how could the former plot against

issue with Eddie, then was it because of something in Eddie’s

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

was Adrian’s role in all of

fell on him. However, he couldn’t shake the inexplicable feeling of coldness. He felt like all these

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

of her own. Layne was performing a bloodletting

glass enclosure, darting wildly

snake doesn’t hide, or I

snake hiding somewhere

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

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

“Hiss!”

triangular head high and spat black venom,

of Master Vincent.

a high-pitched scream from Cheyenne came over the phone, nearly

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

what Mr. Owen said, but

Vincent?

did Jonathan suddenly

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