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!”

that the two were about to fight each other, George had to stand up and say something. “Enough!

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 solely to

protested with

to

that George only has one son, and he has

used to getting whatever he wants, but he has never been scolded like this before, so he was a little

red, and his cold face showed anger but also helplessness. It was quite

cleaned up. Although some things were missing,

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

hall, crystal chandeliers with floral patterns emit

sleep on

a woman’s gentle

who wore a white floral dress with chestnut straight hair hanging behind her head was beaming

hint of coldness flashed in

the servants,” Kelvin said as he lifted the thin blanket off himself and got up

revealing a glimpse of his tanned neck as his

and charming aura, making it difficult

his black suit

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

these clothes?” Are they

not take them

servant answered obediently while lowering her head, “Miss Lawrence instructed us to burn these things so as not to be an

their family choose to burn

revealing a few wrinkles on his

may leave now,”

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

just leave them