082: Don't do something that is not profitable_3

Amelia Clarke's hands tightened slowly on her lap, but her face remained serene; she simply offered Serene Abel a shallow smile and said nothing.

Owen Moreland glanced coldly at Serene Abel, his voice chilled, "Are you done?"

Serene Abel was taken aback.

"Owen..."

"If you're done, make way. We're in a hurry."

Direct and unceremonious.

The hands Serene Abel held in front of her suddenly clenched tighter, her slender and rounded fingers deforming.

"Owen, do you still not trust me? I really didn't do it on purpose..."

"Not on purpose?" Owen Moreland's lips curled into a sneer, "Was it also 'not on purpose' when you used Edward Abel's phone to send me that video?"

Serene Abel's eyes widened in disbelief, "Owen, you, you've seen it? Then why..."

Why weren't you angry at all, and instead... instead you brought Amelia Clarke to this kind of gathering?