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

hired a doctor for him was her

preparing medicine for him every day was her father,

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

Why?

forgive his promises for

feel even more uncomfortable. The seed of hatred broke through the soil and grew into a

see you. Forgive me… My shares, shares for you…

up to Kelvin,

Mr. Foley had ten percent of the shares, a fact Emelia was aware of. One reason her father instructed her to take care of her grandpa was the ten percent of shares in his

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

bitterly, stood up, and moved to the

place to Kelvin and Cheyenne, this

Foley stuttered about “shares,” Cheyenne

“What shares?”

she never known about

about this later; let’s see how Grandpa is

at him and muttered under her breath, “Who

old Mr. Foley’s wrist, she used two

Something was off!

last time she saw Grandpa, although his complexion was a bit yellowish and showed symptoms of a strong liver, it wasn’t to the extent of such a severe

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

recovery within a week. But if it was in

with her mastery of the Thirteen Needles, it

congestion in the brain was a complete lie! Why would

turning dark, serious and contemplative

Franklin approached, grabbing Cheyenne’s shoulder.

thick fingers exerted force, causing her to inhale sharply and bite her red lip. Her

short-sleeved top that revealed a

reason, Kelvin suddenly disliked the large hand

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