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

hired a doctor for him

medicine for him every day was

mind, there was only Kelvin? Even subconsciously, the person he wanted to find and

Why?

his promises for

even more uncomfortable. The seed of hatred broke

you. Forgive me… My

couldn’t even match up to

of. One reason her father instructed her to take care of her

for so many days, and in the end, she

stood up,

gave her place to Kelvin and Cheyenne, this

old Mr. Foley stuttered about

“What shares?”

she never

this later; let’s see how

muttered under her breath,

wrist, she used two slender fingers to

Something was off!

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

damaged, the heartbeat slow, and he appeared as fragile as

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

of the Thirteen Needles, it would take some time for acupuncture treatment and

Mr. Foley had merely fainted due to congestion in the

turning dark, serious and contemplative while deep

Cheyenne’s shoulder.

hand rested on Cheyenne’s slender shoulder, and his thick fingers exerted force, causing her

top that revealed a patch of fair skin marked with bruised

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