Reborn Heiress: Married To My Ex-Husband’s Rival

"Where is the old man??" Kingsley asked the moment he stepped out of the car. His grandfather's butler bowed a little when he saw him.

Kingsley didn't bother with him as he just walked directly towards the door. The butler hurried after him while telling him.

"He is resting in his room now." The butler said while walking at a fast pace to catch up with Kingsley.

Hearing that his grandfather was resting, Kingsley raised a brow 'he is resting after those series of threats??'

The maids pulled the wide door open for him, they held their breath while lowering their heads as he entered the living room, heading towards the stairs directly.

"Welcome, Young Master Elm." They all chorused but he had already walked past them, his sharp eyes narrowed as he climbed each stair.

Kingsley pushed open his grandfather's bedroom door, startling the old man who was reading a newspaper.

Kingsley eyed the older woman who was massaging Grandpa Elm's feet. "Grandpa.." he called out to him, his grandpa only gave him a short glare.

"Welcome, Young Master." The old maid greeted but Kingsley silently walked over to the couch near the end of the left corner of the room.

Grandpa Elm was on his bed, his back resting on the headboard. He acted as if he wasn't aware of Kingsley's presence.

Kingsley said to the maid "Give us some privacy." But Grandpa Elm retorted.

"This is my house and she's my employee. I get to order her around, not you." His grandfather raised his eyes from the paper to counter Kingsley's words.

Kingsley gazed at his grandpa in annoyance but he didn't say anything. Knowing how his grandson was, Grandpa Elm waved the maid off nevertheless.

She quickly scurried away, leaving both men alone in the silent room, the sun rays penetrated the window, making the room bright and lively, fitting Grandpa Elm's temperament.

"You came..." grandpa elm uttered, his eyes not leaving the newspaper in his hand.

Kingsley didn't say anything for a moment, when he finally suppressed his anger, he said "You were able to sit here, get a foot massage after threatening me earlier?"

Grandpa Elm finally dropped the newspaper, he took off his medicated glass and dropped them on the small table close to his bed.

His eyes met Kingsley's deep ones, and he complained: "Of course because I'm not the one who just clocked thirty years old and still single!" He snapped, making Kingsley frown.

"Do you plan on remaining single your whole life?? If that's your plan then I will come to your company tomorrow and commit suicide" The more he said those words, the more Kingsley was irked. His brows joined as his eyes even more,his annoyance was written all over his face.

With an angry look,Kingsley refuted his words "Grandpa, you know if I could, I would have preferred to die alone. I do not want a woman close to me!" His words were hard.

"I won't allow that! I gave birth to your father and you will give birth to a child!" He didn't back down. Grandpa Elm's jaw tightened as he sneered.

Tension filled the room as Kingsley snarled at him "I bet you are well aware of how the last one ended, yes??" At the mention of that, Grandpa Elm's glare reduced as his expression softened a little.

How could he forget what happened to his grandson??

He cleared his throat, his demeanor changed as he said in a cooler voice "I understand but that doesn't mean every woman out there is like her!"

Kingsley pressed his lips into a thin line, something he did when he was in doubt.

A short silence reigned in the room before the old man broke it again "But you said you were coming with a woman earlier. Where is she?"

"I never said I was coming with a woman. I said I'm here to talk about the woman I'm getting married to." Kingsley corrected, his tone was calm.

At the thought of Trevor's daughter proposing to him earlier, Kingsley went into a mini-trance. He could tell that lady was up to nothing good.

Grandpa Elm's eyes twinkled in excitement "I'm all ears." Truly, he was keen on knowing about this mysterious lady his grandson was interested in.

For someone to capture his grandson's cold heart, she has to be an angel or probably, a deity. She should be worshipped.

"I will show her to you when the time is right. For now, I need to head back to the company, I have to be in a meeting in less than thirty minutes" Kingsley stood up from the couch, and his grandfather frowned.

"Bring her to me this weekend then" His grandfather added, making Kingsley sigh tiredly.

"Fine." He growled before leaving the room, his thoughts were flowing without care.

With the multiple lies and promises he told his grandfather and then...the meeting this weekend with his 'supposed woman', Kingsley knew his grandfather so well, he knew that if he failed this time, his grandfather might do something crazy.

Entering his car, Kingsley let out a sigh again,just then, his phone beeped, notifying him of an incoming Mail.

He opened the mail to see that it was a large file, he opened it and saw that it contained Jasmine's profile.

Before he could read the first line, another mail came in from his old man. He minimized the text from Raymond, his assistant to check his grandpa's text only to see some words written boldly.

Grandpa—{ FAILURE TO BRING HER OVER TO DINNER THIS WEEKEND, I WILL GO OVER TO THE PRESS AND CLAIM THAT YOU ARE NOT MY GRANDSON BUT AN IMPOSTER!! Nice headlines, huh??}

Kingsley sighed before dialing Raymond's number. He picked up at first ring "Raymond, send me Jasmine's private number ASAP!"

Raymond had thousands of questions in his head. He wondered why his boss was suddenly investigating the Trevor family's heiress and now...he wants details about her!

He knew better than to ask questions "On it, Boss Elm"

Kingsley took a long pause as if contemplating. Raymond waited, holding his breath only to be shocked by Kingsley's next statement.

"Also...Get me a wedding suit and pants."