Chapter 329: Stubborn

There was only one possibility – she had truly mastered the final stage of the Thirteen Needles!

Layne’s eyes gleamed with greed as he stared at the graceful figure before him. He put on a fake smile.

“Indeed, you’re a young talent. Cheyenne, you genuinely intrigued me. What exactly is the final stage of the Thirteen Needles?”

Behind his “casual” question, Layne concealed a burning curiosity.

However, Cheyenne, upon hearing this, furrowed her brows. Her crescent-shaped eyes sparkled with mischief as she intentionally prolonged the suspense.

“Well, Granduncle, you suddenly asked me to explain, and I don’t know how to put it. It’s quite simple; I glanced at the content, thought about it in my mind, and just went for it. In fact, this is my first time using it.”

She spoke in a flat tone, tinged with a hint of disdain.

Little did she know that Adrian was on the verge of being exasperated, almost fainting right there.

He tried to find a trace of falsehood in Cheyenne’s eyes but failed. Those eyes were too pure and clear; they didn’t seem like she was lying.

A hoarse, broken sound suddenly echoed in everyone’s ears. Old Mr. Foley unconsciously uttered words.

“Grandpa! You’re awake?”

Emelia wiped away tears and rushed to the bedside, eagerly getting close to hear old Mr. Foley’s voice.

He mentioned Kelvin!

“Kelvin…”

In an instant, Emelia’s fair face froze for a second, then a sarcastic and cold smile appeared.

him at home was her,

a doctor for

medicine for him every day

Even subconsciously, the person he wanted to

Why?

he forgive his promises

more uncomfortable. The seed of hatred broke through the soil and grew

see you. Forgive me… My shares,

match up to Kelvin, let alone

of the shares, a fact Emelia was aware of. One reason her father instructed her to take care of her grandpa

diligently and selflessly taken care of him for so many days, and

Emelia smiled bitterly, stood up,

to Kelvin and Cheyenne, this

Mr. Foley stuttered about

“What shares?”

never

about this later; let’s see how

him and muttered

old Mr. Foley’s wrist, she used two slender fingers to touch and

Something was off!

yellowish and showed

forcibly damaged, the heartbeat slow, and he appeared

the skin and bone joints, she could guarantee recovery within a

Thirteen Needles, it would take

claim that old Mr. Foley had merely fainted due to congestion

face turning dark, serious and contemplative while deep

approached, grabbing Cheyenne’s shoulder.

Cheyenne’s slender shoulder, and his thick fingers exerted force, causing her to inhale sharply and bite

wore a short-sleeved top that revealed a patch of fair skin marked with

suddenly disliked the large hand

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