Became A Queen After divorce

That night, the sky was dark with a high wind, the moon bright and the stars sparse.

An unusually cold wind blew around the silent Lawrence Villa. George, along with his brother-in-law and father-in-law, drove to the back door of the villa.

They saw Malaya, like a thief, loading items wrapped in white cloth into the car, filling it up gradually.

Each of these antiques was worth a fortune.

The item Malaya was most pleased with was a four-door redwood wardrobe in the corner.

Because it was too large to move, she decided to take it to her room the next day.

“These should be enough for now,” George said, wiping the sweat from his forehead, his joy evident.

It was his first time in the cellar, and he hadn’t expected to find so many antiques. The carload before him was just the tip of the iceberg.

Thinking about how rich they would become once these items were sold, the three of them felt that staying up all night was worth it.

“Let’s go to the auction house!” George had already contacted several foreign businessmen through a friend.

These people were enthusiasts of Chulae culture and had been collecting antiques and paintings in the country for years, selling them abroad at high prices.

Two-thirds of what he had was already selected by them; the rest would be handled by the auction house.

However, reality often diverges from expectations.

Just as George was about to trade with those foreign thieves, several plainclothes policemen appeared out of nowhere.

“Caught red-handed, arrest them!”

With a click, silver handcuffs appeared on their wrists, even the foreign thieves couldn’t escape.

“Officers, there must be a mistake! What crime have I committed for you to arrest us?”

“We’re just here to discuss cultural differences with these foreign friends. Let me go!”

Even at this point, George was still shouting, a typical case of stubborn denial.

Fortunately, the policemen weren’t fooled and slapped a stack of evidence in his face.

“How dare you claim innocence? You’re guilty of stealing cultural relics and compromising national security.”

It turned out these “businessmen” were actually spies. Under the guise of collecting antiques, they had stolen many Chulae relics and secrets. The police had been tracking them for a long time without finding their whereabouts.

Until two days ago, they received an anonymous tip.

The letter stated that the three would trade with George, chairman of Lawrence Group, tonight, detailing the time and place of the transaction.

Following the principle of better safety than sorry, they arrived early to ambush the location.

Unexpectedly, they caught them red-handed.

As for who the helpful “informant” was, even the police didn’t know. The officers who made their mark on this case silently thanked him in their hearts.

The case quickly went to public trial. George was sentenced to 25 years for multiple crimes.

Malaya received 28 years for being an accomplice, domestic violence, and intentional homicide.

The eldest son of the Mitchell family was sentenced to 15 years as an accomplice.

After confirming that the batch of antiques belonged to the Edwards family, they were returned to their rightful owner.

Lawrence Group declared bankruptcy and liquidation. Kelvin spent $300 million to buy Lawrence Group.

But since George was imprisoned, Selah was dead, and Cheyenne was too young, they had to contact Layne, who was on a secret mission abroad.

Learning that while he was risking his life for the country abroad, his granddaughter suffered such a disaster at home, old Mr. Edwards immediately wanted to quit his mission. To appease him, he was allowed to make a phone call home.

Kelvin answered the call.

God knows how nervous he was; whether in his past life or this one, he had always been particularly afraid of facing his grandfather.

It wasn’t due to any deep-seated hatred; he just felt guilty.

When the call connected, a familiar voice full of authority came through.

“Are you Kelvin Boy who saved my granddaughter?”

Thump-thump-

Thump-thump-

Kelvin hadn’t been this nervous in a long time. He took a deep breath discreetly and responded calmly.

“Hello, Grandfather. My name is Kelvin. I’m twelve years old and excel in my studies, always getting A’s.”

Old Mr. Foley eavesdropped on the side and felt something was off with his eldest grandson. When had he ever been so polite?

On the other end, old Mr. Edwards paused for a moment. Why was this boy giving such a detailed self-introduction?

He ruthlessly interrupted Kelvin’s intention to continue.

“Alright, alright. I don’t have time to listen to your history. Just answer yes or no.”

“Okay.”

“First question: Who is Oscar Foley to you?”NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“My grandfather.”

Old Mr. Foley touched his nose, feeling quite proud. In his younger days, he was famous in Akloit and had met Layne Edwards a few times, though they weren’t close friends.

He must be quite impressed now.

“So you’re that narcissist’s grandson… Second question: Did you save my granddaughter Cheyenne?”

The term “narcissist” wiped the smile off old Mr. Foley’s face. How was he narcissistic?

Kelvin hadn’t expected his grandfather to leave such a negative impression after decades without contact. Would this affect his future marriage prospects?

“Yes, I saved her when she had a high fever.”

Old Mr. Edwards didn’t have much time to chat. The Foley family was not only the richest in Akloit but also known for old Mr. Foley’s integrity. Cheyenne staying with them wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

“Damn Lawrence family! When I get back, I’ll grind them to dust.”

“Kelvin Boy… I’ll temporarily leave my granddaughter with your family. All assets of the Lawrence family are yours except for those antiques; they are Cheyenne’s future dowry.”

“In addition, how about I give you five million dollars annually for her upbringing? I’ll find time to return by the end of the year and take her away then.”

…

What upbringing fee?

Kelvin didn’t need that money at all. He firmly refused old Mr. Edwards’ offer.

“No need, Grandfather. Cheyenne is young and doesn’t need much money. I don’t want your upbringing fee or assets; I consider Cheyenne my sister now.”

In the future, who knows?

His refusal puzzled Grandfather. Why wouldn’t he accept money or assets? What was his motive?

“This is too good to be true.”

Helping raise a child without any benefit?

“Rest assured, Grandfather. Not only will I treat Cheyenne as my sister, but my grandfather will also treat her as his own granddaughter.”

With Kelvin’s repeated assurances, Grandfather finally relented.

“Alright, I’ll remember this great favor from the Foley family and repay it someday.”

Kelvin glanced at Cheyenne playing with building blocks on the carpet and smiled with relief.

Not even Grandfather could separate them!

The next important task was-finding his father-in-law!