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

one who hired a doctor for him

one preparing medicine for him every day was her father,

only Kelvin? Even subconsciously, the person he wanted to find and rely on

Why?

his promises for

uncomfortable. The seed of hatred

I… I finally see you. Forgive me…

even match up to Kelvin, let alone this outsider,

her father instructed her to

so many days, and in the end, she couldn’t

bitterly, stood up, and moved to

her place to

Foley stuttered about “shares,” Cheyenne seemed to catch

“What shares?”

had she never

about this

him and muttered under

old Mr. Foley’s wrist, she used two

Something was off!

yellowish and showed symptoms of a strong liver, it wasn’t to the extent

slow, and he appeared as fragile as a broken

joints, she could guarantee recovery within a week. But if

of the Thirteen Needles, it would take

claim that old Mr. Foley had merely fainted due to congestion in the brain was a complete lie! Why would he

turning dark, serious and contemplative while

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

force, causing her to inhale sharply and bite

a patch of fair skin

reason, Kelvin suddenly disliked

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