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

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 me. So, I

Sean protested

back to

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

scolded like this before, so he was a

turned red, and his cold face showed anger but also helplessness. It was quite a sight to behold – at

some things were missing, it looked almost the same

in Akloit. Those who live there are either rich or powerful. The white Western-style villa with

crystal chandeliers with floral patterns emit

tiredly from his sleep on the sofa and rubbed his forehead

a woman’s gentle

hair hanging behind her head was beaming at him

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

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

shirt wrapped around his perfect figure, revealing a glimpse of his

the chill emanating from him suppressed his handsome and charming aura, making

those words, he picked up his black suit jacket and headed

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

doing with these clothes?” Are they

take them

obediently while lowering her head, “Miss Lawrence instructed us to burn these

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

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

leave now,”

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

leave