Novels by Fave Kelvin

When the gathered crowd heard that, they burst into laughter as they examined Johnson’s appearance from head to toe."This loser couldn’t even afford to wear decent clothes and he wants to pay one hundred million dollars?” One customer asked surprised."Maybe he heard one hundred dollars," another added drawing more giggles.Johnson ignored the mocking voices and looked calmly at the manager, "I only want to help someone I know."The manager stared at him before bursting into laughter."You?" he sneered. "Help her?"He pointed at Johnson's disdainfully, "If you can pay the money, I will personally give you $50 million or resign from position as the manager of the store."Surprisingly, Johnson nodded, “deal!”The crowd even laughed harder thinking Johnson was just bluffing.Jacintha rushed toward Johnson, despite her situation she still managed to give him a contemptuous glare."Johnson, please stop this," she whispered anxiously.She grabbed his arm, "Do not make things worse for me.

A few minutes later, Johnson was about to step through the grand gates of the McArthur mansion when someone suddenly called out behind him."Young Master! Please wait!"Johnson turned around and saw a man dressed in a professional chauffeur's uniform hurrying toward him.The man stopped in front of him and bowed respectfully, "Young Master, where are you going?"Johnson looked at him in confusion."I just want to buy some clothes."The chauffeur looked alarmed."You cannot leave like this!"Johnson frowned."What do you mean?""Young Master, Master McArthur arranged thirty luxury vehicles exclusively to be your convoy and they are all at your disposal."Johnson blinked."Thirty?""Yes, Young Master. They are to escort you wherever you are going."Johnson rubbed his forehead, "I think it is going to take me some time to get used to all of this," he muttered.Then he looked at the chauffeur and said calmly, “Thank you but I don’t need any escort right now”."But Young Master—""The only

Johnson stared at the emotional middle-aged man in front of him. His heart was beating so loudly that he could hear it in his ears.He swallowed hard before finally finding his voice, "How do you know I am your son?"The question immediately made the man nod. Instead of answering directly, Mr. McArthur slowly walked forward."Johnson, tell me something," he said gently. "Do you have a birthmark on your shoulder that looks like a half moon?"The moment those words left the man's mouth, Johnson froze. His hand instinctively moved toward his shoulder.His eyes widened, "How do you know that?" he asked in shock.The man smiled sadly. Without saying a word, he began unbuttoning his own shirt.Johnson frowned in confusion.A few seconds later, the man pulled the shirt aside and turned his shoulders towards Johnson.Johnson's breath caught in his throat."The mark..." Those two words escaped his mouth automatically.There, on Mr. McArthur shoulder, was the exact same half-moon birthmark.Joh

Johnson looked behind him immediately to see if the old man was speaking to someone else.But to his surprise, there was nobody behind him.The road was almost empty except for the black luxury cars and the men standing respectfully nearby.Slowly, Johnson turned back toward the old man. His brows furrowed in sincere confusion.“Are you talking to me?” he asked.The old man immediately bowed slightly again.“Yes, Young Master,” he replied respectfully. “I am speaking to you.”A bitter laugh almost escaped Johnson's mouth. He shook his head tiredly.“I am sorry sir, but there is definitely a mistake somewhere. You have the wrong person. My name is Johnson Harford and I am not anybody's young master.”Without waiting for a response, Johnson walked past him and continued moving down the road.But before he could take more than three steps, the old man quickly rushed to stand in his path again.Johnson stopped abruptly. A deep frown appeared on his face. “What is this?”The old man quick

Johnson’s heart pounded heavily inside his chest as he stared at the divorce papers in Bethany’s hands.His fingers trembled slightly.Then slowly, he lifted his head and looked at Bethany with disbelief written all over his face.“You are joking… right?” he asked incredulouslyBethany’s expression remained completely cold.“Joking?” she laughed callously.She folded her arms and sighed impatiently. “I am only doing what I should have done a long time ago.”Bethany continued coldly.“The only reason I even agreed to marry you in the first place was because of my grandfather.”Bethany’s grandfather was the only person in the Clifford family who had ever treated him kindly.Johnson had once saved the old man from arm robbers and in gratitude, he had arranged for Bethany to marry Johnson despite the family’s objections.“But now,” Bethany continued carelessly, “my grandfather is dead.”Her eyes slowly drifted toward George lovingly.“And now I can finally marry the man I actually want.”

The entire hall remained silent as Johnson stood frozen near the entrance, staring at the stage with shattered eyes.On the stage, Bethany Clifford slowly pulled away from the kiss.For a brief second, Johnson expected shock on her face. Maybe guilt. Maybe panic. But instead, she frowned slightly and asked coldly.“What are you doing here?”Johnson’s lips parted slowly.His throat tightened painfully. He tried to speak, but no words came out.The guests around them had already begun whispering among themselves.But Johnson did not even care to hear what they were saying. His eyes remained fixed on Bethany.Finally, his trembling lips moved.“Tell me…” he whispered painfully. “Tell me I am dreaming.”Bethany’s expression remained cold.Before she could reply, the groom beside her suddenly became irritated.George Anderson narrowed his eyes at Johnson.“Bethany,” he said with annoyance, “who is this bastard interrupting our wedding?”Johnson slowly turned his eyes toward him. Pain and