“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,

of money and can find a villa to live in temporarily; however, that would mean giving the

protested with

back to your

only has one son, and he has always

he wants, but he has never been scolded like this before, so

teenager’s pretty eyes suddenly turned red, and his cold face showed anger but also helplessness. It was quite

some things were missing, it

top circle 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 reliefs

the hall, crystal chandeliers with floral patterns emit beautiful light and

on the

answered a woman’s gentle voice, different from

dress with chestnut straight hair hanging

hint of coldness flashed in his

as he lifted the thin blanket

of his

emanating from him suppressed his handsome and charming

words, he picked up his black suit

pile of clothes downstairs. When they saw Kelvin, they quickly stepped aside and respectfully

you doing with these clothes?” Are they all

take

“Miss Lawrence instructed us to burn these things so as not to be an eyesore for Mr.

family choose to burn their clothes; otherwise, they would usually throw them in the trash

man furrowed his eyebrows, revealing a few wrinkles

leave now,”

As she held onto the clothes and took a few steps, she suddenly heard a cold voice

just leave them

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