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.
The one taking care of him at home was her, Emelia.
The one who hired a doctor for him was her brother, Vincent.
The one preparing medicine for him every day was her father, Franklin.
But in Grandpa's mind, there was only Kelvin? Even subconsciously, the person he wanted to find and rely on was Kelvin.
Why?
Did he forgive his promises for them?
Then, a more significant blow made Emelia feel even more uncomfortable. The seed of hatred broke through the soil and grew into a sprout.
"Cheyenne, I ... I finally see you. Forgive me... My shares, shares for you... don't reject."
Emelia couldn't even match up to Kelvin, let alone this outsider, Cheyenne.
Old Mr. Foley had ten percent of the shares, a fact Emelia was aware of. One reason her father instructed her to take care of her grandpa was the ten percent of shares in his possession.
She 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 late.
After realizing this, Emelia smiled bitterly, stood up, and moved to the side.
She gave her place to Kelvin and Cheyenne, this couple.
As old Mr. Foley stuttered about "shares," Cheyenne seemed to catch on.
"What shares?"
Why had she never known about it?
Kelvin replied coldly, "I'll talk to you about this later; let's see how Grandpa is doing now."
Cheyenne glared at him and muttered under her breath, "Who cares."
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