“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!”

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

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 belong

protested with

to your

that George only has one

like this before, so he was a little scared when George suddenly became angry. He lowered

red, and his cold face showed anger but also

was finally cleaned up. Although some things were missing, it

a famous top circle in Akloit. Those who live there are either rich or powerful. The white Western-style

the hall, crystal chandeliers with floral patterns emit

from his sleep on the

awake,” answered a woman’s gentle voice,

hair hanging behind her head was beaming at him with

stared at the glass in her hand but didn’t take it. A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. How

he lifted the

striped shirt wrapped around his perfect figure, revealing a glimpse of his tanned neck as his

and charming aura, making

he picked up his black suit jacket and headed

the door of the room, a servant was carrying a large pile of clothes downstairs. When they

doing with these clothes?” Are they

take them with

Lawrence instructed us to burn these things so as not to be an

Only when someone has passed away would their family choose to burn their clothes; otherwise, they

revealing a few wrinkles on his

leave now,”

clothes and took

leave

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