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!”

each other, George had to stand up and say something. “Enough! Cheyenne, stop it! And

and can find a villa to live in temporarily; however, that would mean giving the private residence completely over to Cheyenne. She

protested with

back to

know that George only has one son, and he has always doted

has never been scolded like this before, so he

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

up. Although some things were missing, it looked almost the same

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 of the

the hall, crystal chandeliers with floral patterns emit beautiful light

up tiredly from his sleep on the sofa and rubbed his forehead impatiently. “Cheyenne,

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

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

her hand but didn’t take it. A hint of coldness

lifted the thin

revealing a glimpse of his tanned

and charming aura, making it

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 saw Kelvin, they quickly stepped aside and respectfully called out,

these

take them with

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

to burn their clothes;

man furrowed his eyebrows, revealing a few wrinkles on his broad

may leave now,” he

onto the clothes and took a few steps, she

just leave them