Became A Queen After divorce

Eighteen-year-old Kelvin was not only a prominent figure on campus but also a rising star in the business world.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Despite his young age, his deep scheming and ruthless methods were well-known.

Only in front of Cheyenne did he occasionally show the emotions typical of a young man. She was the only one who trusted him wholeheartedly, and Kelvin enjoyed the feeling of being relied upon.

In their past lives, Cheyenne had been so capable that it seemed there was nothing she couldn’t do, leaving no room for him to shine.

Regardless of whether she was the independent and confident Cheyenne of the past or the current playful and mischievous girl, Kelvin liked her all the same.

“These days aren’t so bad…” he thought.

However, dreams always come to an end. One day, an old man appeared outside the Foley mansion, looking travel-worn.

He wore an outdated dark green suit paired with green pants and domestic Warrior shoes.

His hair was white and messy, and his face was as black as if he had just come out of a mine, but his eyes were exceptionally bright with anger. When he spoke, he revealed a set of white teeth.

Old Mr. Edwards immediately noticed a pair of curious round eyes peeking at him from behind the door.

In that instant, both were surprised and amazed. Layne recognized those eyebrows and eyes-they looked just like his late daughter Selah’s. No, they were even cuter.

The last time he had seen his granddaughter, she was just a month old, lying in his arms like a tiny kitten blowing bubbles. Ten years had passed in the blink of an eye.

The little one who used to fit in his palm had grown into a young lady, and he had missed her entire childhood. He felt regretful and self-blaming, but mostly heartbroken.

From Cheyenne’s perspective, this old man was strange, laughing and crying like a puppy. “Grandpa, how did you get here?” she asked. The Foley mansion was guarded by security, so someone looking as disheveled as him shouldn’t have been able to get in.

“Oh, there’s a small broken yard to the south. I crawled through a dog hole from there,” he said without a hint of shame, even with a tone of pride as if crawling through a dog hole was something honorable.

Cheyenne knew about that dog hole because she often used it to sneak out and play. Now that her little secret was known by a second person, and a stranger at that, she felt annoyed. She put on a stern face to scare him away. “Are you a thief? Stealing from here isn’t easy. Since you’re an old man, I won’t tell anyone. Just leave!”

Why did she want to let him go? Cheyenne didn’t know herself; maybe it was because she felt like crying when she first saw him.

Layne let his granddaughter push him while laughing foolishly. “What are you laughing at?” Cheyenne asked, her voice lacking any real authority.

Layne thought to himself: “Of course I’m laughing at you. I’ve finally found my granddaughter!” He quickly pulled out a few tattered books from somewhere and eagerly presented them to her. “I’m not a thief; I have a legitimate job.”

“What job? Picking up trash?” Cheyenne asked. It wasn’t her fault for thinking that; Layne looked worse than a beggar after not changing clothes for more than half a month.

Layne sighed internally. “I used to be a well-known handsome man in Onistead, and now my own granddaughter thinks I’m a beggar.”

He coughed twice to clear his throat and solemnly offered the books. “Of course not! My job is… selling books. How about it, young lady? I see you have great potential. I have some martial arts manuals here that are perfect for you. Not for $998 or $888, but just $9. 99 for all of them!”

Curiosity got the better of Cheyenne, and she craned her neck to take a look at the so-called martial arts manuals: “The Flower Picking Manual,” “The Eight Dragon Techniques,” “The Solitary Sword Technique,” and “The Smoking Technique.” The only somewhat normal-looking one was “Thirteen Needles.”

Cheyenne was speechless. Was this old man really dumb or did he think she was?

“No! Even $9. 99 is too much; you’re selling pirated books. Get lost; I’m not buying!” She tried to close the door.

The old man quickly held the door open with a bright smile on his dark face, making his white teeth stand out even more.

“If $9. 99 is too expensive, we can negotiate.”

“No, you’re a fraud!”

“I’m not!”

“I don’t care about your junk.”

“Don’t say that; I’m not lying to you… You’re really suited for martial arts. How about this: I’ll give you ‘Thirteen Needles’ for free to practice?”

“No way, fraud!”

As they argued, Kelvin returned. His tall figure was as upright and slender as bamboo in spring, his face dark with anger and coldness radiating from him.

“Who are you? Let go of Cheyenne!” Kelvin rushed over and grabbed the old man’s shoulder with a strong grip.

A sharp cracking sound followed by a piercing scream filled the air.

“Ahhh… You brat! Where did you come from? That hurt! I’m her grandfather; I was just teasing her.”

Cheyenne looked up at the old man in confusion and disdain. “You… you’re my grandfather?”

Kelvin broke into a cold sweat. He hadn’t recognized his grandfather either because of his dirty and shabby appearance.

When he heard the familiar voice, distant memories were triggered.

“It really is Grandpa…”

In his youth, Kelvin feared only two people: his father-in-law, who always wanted to spar with him, and his grandfather, who constantly threatened him with his past mistakes. Both aimed to separate him from Cheyenne.

Feeling guilty, Kelvin could only endure it.

“Someone help Grandpa inside.”

What started as a reunion turned into an emergency situation.

Cheyenne remained in shock, thinking, “Grandpa looks so poor; no wonder he’s trying to scam money. I must teach him to mend his ways and walk the right path! Selling fake books is illegal.”