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!”

stand up and say something. “Enough! Cheyenne, stop it! And Sean, go back to your

temporarily; however, that would mean giving the private residence completely over to Cheyenne.

Sean protested with

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been scolded like this before, so he was a little scared when George suddenly became angry. He lowered his head, not

showed anger but also helplessness. It was quite a sight to behold – at least Cheyenne thought

some things

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 complement the marble

crystal chandeliers with floral patterns emit beautiful

woke up tiredly from his sleep on the sofa and rubbed his forehead

you’re awake,” answered a woman’s gentle voice, different

dress with chestnut straight hair hanging behind her head was beaming at him

her hand but didn’t take it. A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. How could he forget that he

he lifted the thin blanket off himself and got up to

glimpse of his tanned

and charming aura,

words, he picked up his

carrying a large pile of clothes

you doing with these clothes?” Are they

take them with

her head, “Miss Lawrence instructed us to burn these things so as not to be an eyesore for

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

eyebrows, revealing a few wrinkles on his

may leave

As she held onto the clothes and took a few steps, she

just leave