She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

“I allow you all to live here out of kindness!”

If her mood turned sour one day, it would be possible for her to kick them all out.

Cheyenne’s light laughter fell into their ears like an evil spirit that haunted them…

Sean was extremely angry and gritted his teeth. “Dad, is this house really hers?”

“Yes,” George replied weakly.

He had lived here for over ten years. If Cheyenne hadn’t brought up the issue of ownership today, he would have forgotten that this house wasn’t his.

“So you better give me back my things or else I have the right to kick you out.”

Who gave them the audacity to live in her house and steal her things to sell?

“Hmph! We can just move out then! Who cares about living in your stupid house!”

Sean was was young and rebellious with a strong sense of pride at his age.

After being provoked by Cheyenne, he immediately wanted to pack up and leave, but was stopped by Malaya.

“Sean, calm down. If you suddenly leave, where will you stay?” Malaya asked.

“I’d rather sleep on the streets than see this woman!” Sean exclaimed.

Cheyenne sneered and crossed her arms in front of them. “Go ahead, sleep on the streets. My small house can’t accommodate a big man like you.”

Sean was so angry that he glared at her and muttered under his breath, “Bitch!”

the two were about to fight each other, George had to stand up and say something. “Enough! Cheyenne, stop it! And Sean, go back to

out? It’s easier said than done! Although I am not short of money and can find a villa to live in temporarily; however, that would mean giving the private residence completely over to Cheyenne. She is just a daughter. Once she got married off, the residence would still

Sean protested

to your

only has one son,

been scolded like this before, so he was a little scared

turned red, and his cold face showed anger but also helplessness. It was quite a sight to behold – at

night, her room was finally cleaned up. Although some things were missing, it looked

in Akloit. Those who live there are either rich or powerful. The white Western-style villa with a garden is particularly eye-catching. The Gothic spires

chandeliers with floral

up tiredly from his sleep on the sofa and rubbed his

answered a woman’s gentle voice, different from

white floral dress with chestnut straight hair hanging behind

coldness flashed in his eyes.

lifted the thin blanket off

around his perfect figure, revealing a glimpse of his tanned neck as his Adam’s apple rolled

from him suppressed his handsome and charming aura, making it difficult for people

those words, he picked up his

of clothes downstairs.

these clothes?” Are they all

take them

instructed us to burn

to burn their clothes; otherwise, they would usually throw

eyebrows, revealing

may leave

sir,” the maid replied. As she held onto the clothes and took a few steps,

leave them