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

doctor for him was

preparing medicine for him every

Kelvin? Even subconsciously, the person he wanted to

Why?

his

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

see you. Forgive me… My shares, shares for

up to Kelvin, let alone

of. One reason her father instructed her to take care of her grandpa was the ten

had diligently and selflessly taken care of him for so many days, and in the end, she couldn’t even compare to Cheyenne, who arrived

this, Emelia smiled bitterly, stood up, and moved to

to Kelvin and Cheyenne, this

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

“What shares?”

she never known about

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

muttered

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

Something was off!

time she saw Grandpa, although his complexion was a bit yellowish and showed symptoms of a

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

she could guarantee recovery within a week. But if it was in the meridians, it would be

with her mastery of the Thirteen Needles, it

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

beautiful face turning dark, serious

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

hand rested on Cheyenne’s slender shoulder, and his thick fingers exerted force, causing her to inhale sharply and bite her red lip. Her expression was delicate yet

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

reason, Kelvin suddenly disliked the large hand

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