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

one who hired a doctor for him was

medicine for him every day

the person he wanted

Why?

he forgive his promises for

Emelia feel even more uncomfortable. The seed of hatred

Forgive me… My shares, shares for

up to Kelvin, let alone this outsider,

Emelia was aware of. One reason her father instructed

him for so many days, and in the end, she couldn’t even compare to Cheyenne, who arrived

stood up,

gave her place to Kelvin and

old Mr. Foley stuttered about

“What shares?”

had she never known about

this later; let’s see

him and muttered under her breath,

Mr. Foley’s wrist, she used two

Something was off!

showed symptoms of a strong liver, it wasn’t to

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

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

the Thirteen Needles, it would take

to congestion in

dark, serious and contemplative

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

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

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

Kelvin suddenly disliked the large hand on her

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