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.

taking care of him at home was her,

who hired a doctor for him

him every day was her father,

subconsciously, the person he wanted to find and rely on

Why?

forgive his

made Emelia feel even more uncomfortable. The seed of hatred broke through the

you. Forgive me… My shares, shares for

couldn’t even match up to Kelvin, let alone this

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

him for so many days, and in the

bitterly, stood up, and

gave her place to Kelvin and Cheyenne,

Mr. Foley stuttered about “shares,” Cheyenne seemed to

“What shares?”

never known

coldly, “I’ll talk to you about this later; let’s see

and muttered

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

Something was off!

was a bit yellowish and showed symptoms

seemed forcibly damaged, the heartbeat slow, and he appeared as fragile as a broken porcelain

was on the skin and bone joints, she could guarantee recovery within a week. But if it

mastery of the Thirteen Needles, it would take some time

that old Mr. Foley had merely fainted due to congestion in the brain

stayed silent, her beautiful face turning dark, serious and contemplative

approached, grabbing Cheyenne’s shoulder. He angrily shouted, “What’s going on?

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

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

suddenly disliked the large hand on her

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