From Heartbreak to Happily Ever After Novel

Caleb was one of the most respected and feared figures despite having retired. Stories about him still circulated widely. He wasn’t someone who invited people over for casual meals.

“Maybe,” Debra mused, “he just wants to see what kind of woman his grandson plans to marry.”Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Resting her chin in her hand, Debra realized she might have to start thinking seriously about meeting Marion’s family.

The next morning. Debra chose a fresh, elegant outfit. It was formal yet youthful. Her ensemble had a subtle designer flair, the kind the older generation typically appreciated.

The Houston family’s old house took up an entire villa district, with the latest in security systems and high- tech surveillance. Just the electric fence around the entrance made it feel like a military compound.

“Sorry, this area is restricted,” the security guard at the gate said as he stopped her car.

Unbothered, Debra stepped out of the vehicle, and the quard escorted her toward the villa complex on foot. The scenery wasn’t anything spectacular, but the sheer size and layout of the grounds made it clear that this was a place of immense wealth and power. The area outside the villas was large enough to be a training field.

As Debra walked, she noticed a long line of people practicing drills near the entrance. She paused for a moment, watching the exercises with mild curiosity.,

“Ms. Frazier, this way, please,” the guard prompted.

He led her to the outer part of the estate. From the gate, Debra could see an expansive manor beyond. “Ms. Frazier, we’re not allowed inside. Just follow the path straight ahead and take the first left. That will take you to the house,” the guard said before leaving.

Debra nodded and entered the grounds. Despite the detailed directions, the estate was so vast that after a few minutes, she found herself lost.

Just then, she spotted an old man dressed like a gardener, trimming some flowers ahead. Taking a few steps closer, she called out, “Excuse me…”

Mr. Houston Sr. turned around, his face half–covered with a red scarf. But Debra immediately recognized him. In this life, she had only met Caleb twice, but in her previous life, she had heard countless stories about him.

And besides…

No ordinary gardener would be wearing custom–made boots in the dirt, not to mention the limited–edition Mario–themed gardening suit he had on. It was something that would easily cost seven figures.

No gardener in the world earned that kind of salary.

Instead of exposing him right away, Debra decided to play along. “Can you tell me where the main house is?”

Caleb, his face stem, grumbled, “You want to know? Help me pull these weeds first.”

He pointed to a patch of ground where a few scattered weeds were growing. Any spoiled young lady from a wealthy family would have found the task beneath her.

But without a word, Debra stepped into the dirt and began pulling the weeds. Caleb, mildly surprised, watched her for a moment.

Even though she was a high–society lady, she didn’t hesitate or complain. She spent a good half–hour in the garden, working diligently.

“That’s enough,” he said abruptly.

Debra straightened up after pulling the last weed. “Anything else you need, sir?”