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

enough, Emelia. Your brother is right. If you continue offending people, I’ll have to send

spent abroad and the life she led there still haunted

want

reluctantly kept silent, gazing at old Mr. Foley with a watery,

He coughed weakly, closed his

on his face seemed a bit too intense. The image of the rosewood bead bead that Vincent wore

so how

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

Master Iker’s leg, Mr.

was Adrian’s role

golden sunlight fell on him. However, he couldn’t shake the

Cheyenne and ask her to be cautious. She shouldn’t have

with an important matter of her own. Layne was performing a bloodletting treatment for

hole on top of its glass enclosure, darting wildly around the room, and entering an

hide, or I won’t feel

having a poisonous snake hiding somewhere in her home sent

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

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

“Hiss!”

lifted its triangular head high and

of Master

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

The voice of Cheyenne repeated in his mind incessantly, “Quick, don’t let it

what Mr. Owen said, but

Vincent?

Jonathan

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