She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 314: You Lose Your Chance To Speak

Chapter 314: You Lose Your Chance to Speak

His eyes were calm and clear when he was speaking.

Even experienced liars usually show subtle signs of deception.

Mr. Owen had studied micro-psychology for decades and had observed countless people. No one had ever escaped his keen perception.

"Emelia, apologize to Mr. Owen," Franklin, her father, chimed in, touching his nose and speaking sternly.

Emelia didn't think she had done anything wrong. She bit her rosy lip and reluctantly approached Mr. Owen, standing before him with a raised chin.

"Mr. Owen, I apologize. I got excited earlier out of anger. I hope you can overlook the fault of a nobody like me."

Her proud demeanor didn't look like an actual apology. It was a perfunctory gesture.

Mr. Owen couldn't be bothered to argue with an ignorant young girl like her. He turned away and addressed Kelvin.

"Mr. Foley, I'll take my leave. I suggest you consider looking for my junior."

"Sorry, Mr. Owen, for the inconvenience today. Regarding the cooperation project, I will increase my investment."

"Thank you."

With that, he left without even looking at Emelia. She remained at the door, glaring at Mr. Owen's departing figure with anger.

Vincent sternly warned her, his voice cold, "Emelia, I'll warn you again. If you keep speaking recklessly, don't blame me for punishing you."

"I was just telling the truth..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Vincent silenced her with a warning look.

Her father, Franklin, furrowed his brow and reprimanded her as well. "That's enough, Emelia. Your brother is right. If you continue offending people, I'll have to send you abroad."

The memory of her time spent abroad and the life she led there still haunted her to this day.

No, she didn't want to go abroad.

Emelia reluctantly kept silent, gazing at old Mr. Foley with a watery, crystal-like blue in her eyes.

However, he didn't give her a friendly look. He coughed weakly, closed his eyes, and lay back on the bed, drifting into light sleep once more.

On the other side, Mr. Owen left the Foley mansion. The outside world was basked in bright sunshine, and the overlapping tree shadows cast on his face seemed a bit too intense. The image of the rosewood bead bead that Vincent wore continued to echo in his mind, and it troubled him more with each thought.

However, Vincent and Eddie had never met before, so how could the former plot against the latter?

If it wasn't because of an issue with Eddie, then was it because of something in Eddie's possession?

Considering Eddie's experiment with the blood sample earlier and the fact that Cheyenne was currently treating Master Iker's leg, Mr. Owen wondered if Vincent had some sort of connection with the Todd family?

What was Adrian's role in all of this?

After thinking it through, Mr. Owen abruptly stopped in his tracks. He looked up at the deep blue sky above, where the piercing golden sunlight fell on him. However, he couldn't shake the inexplicable feeling of coldness. He felt like all these events had woven a tight web around him, leaving him trapped.

After some hesitation, he decided to call Cheyenne and ask her to be cautious. She shouldn't have any contact with the people from the Todd family's branch.

However, Cheyenne was currently occupied with an important matter of her own. Layne was performing a bloodletting treatment for Iker, and the blood of venomous snakes had triggered a frenzy in the Lycodon rufozonatus.

The snake emerged from the round hole on top of its glass enclosure, darting wildly around the room, and entering an aggressive state, which terrified her.

"Make sure the snake doesn't hide, or I won't feel safe sleeping at night."

Just the thought of having a poisonous snake hiding somewhere in her home sent shivers down Cheyenne's spine. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

She stood at the top of the staircase, hugging herself, and answered her phone after it rang for a while.

"Hello, Jonathan, do you have something important? Can we talk later? There's a snake... hissing near the sofa..."

Omari quickly approached, wearing rubber gloves, and cautiously reached out towards the Lycodon rufozonatus.

"Hiss!"

The creature lifted its triangular head high and spat black venom, ready to strike.

"Cheyenne, be careful of Master Vincent. He..."

Before Mr. Owen could finish his sentence, a high-pitched scream from Cheyenne came over the phone, nearly scaring the fifty-year-old man out of his wits.

His heart raced, and he felt a sudden throbbing pain. The voice of Cheyenne repeated in his mind incessantly, "Quick, don't let it get under the sofa."

What was she doing?

Cheyenne didn't hear clearly what Mr. Owen said, but she caught him mentioning Master Vincent.

Vincent?

Why did Jonathan suddenly mention him?

When she married into the Foley family, Franklin and his children hadn't returned. Her grandfather only occasionally mentioned Vincent, describing him as a filial and intelligent child. The words were filled with regret. However, now that they had returned, it didn't concern her anymore. She had nothing to do with it.

Omari seized the opportunity to capture the Lycodon rufozonatus while it was attacking. He quickly gripped the snake's body. The long, bright-red snake tail wound around his arm, and the snake's fangs sharpened like nails, moving menacingly toward Omari.

"Be careful!"

In the nick of time, Omari stretched out his other hand and captured the snake's head, forcefully closing its bloodthirsty jaws.

The snake's fangs, laden with venom, made Omari's hair stand on end, and cold sweat soaked his shirt. A chill ran down his spine as the wind blew in from the window.

"Phew, I almost got bitten. Luckily, my hand was fast enough."

Wearing rubber gloves was a good decision, as he couldn't bear the thought of having this dirty and viscous snake saliva on his hands.

Cheyenne, relieved that the snake had been captured, was finally at ease, knowing that she wouldn't have to worry about a poisonous snake creeping into her bed at night.

However, she suddenly remembered that she had been on the phone with Jonathan.

"Jonathan, sorry. What did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly... Hello? Jonathan..."

She called out several times, but the other end remained silent.

Beep beep beep...

Did he hang up?

Mr. Owen's phone was snatched by an intruder. The person was clad in a splendid black robe with a large hat covering his face and a black mask, revealing only a pair of eyes filled with icy intent. He checked the phone's contacts and a cruel and sinister smile played on his lips as he let out a chilling laugh.

"It's a pity you no longer have the chance to speak."

Because the dead don't talk.