“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!”

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

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

Sean protested

to

that George only has one son, and

never been scolded like this before, so he was a little scared when George suddenly became angry. He lowered his head,

showed anger but also helplessness. It was quite

finally cleaned up. Although 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

with floral patterns

man woke up tiredly from his sleep on the sofa

a woman’s gentle

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

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

he lifted the thin

perfect figure, revealing a glimpse of his tanned neck as his Adam’s apple rolled with each movement.

handsome and charming aura, making it difficult for people to look

his black

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

with these clothes?”

she not take them with

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

to burn their

eyebrows, revealing a few wrinkles on

leave

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

just leave

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