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!”

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

‘Move out? It’s easier said than done! Although I am not short of money and can find a villa to live in temporarily; however, that would mean giving the

protested

back to

should know that George only has one son, and

been scolded like this before, so he was a little

turned red, and his cold face showed anger but also

was finally cleaned 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 house, all displaying

hall, crystal chandeliers with floral patterns

tiredly from his sleep on the sofa and rubbed his forehead impatiently.

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

floral dress with chestnut straight hair hanging behind her head

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

Kelvin said as he lifted the thin blanket

revealing a glimpse of his tanned neck as

emanating from him suppressed his handsome and charming aura, making it difficult for people to look

picked up his black suit

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

with these clothes?” Are they all

not take

while lowering her head, “Miss Lawrence instructed us to

when someone has passed away would their family choose to burn their clothes;

revealing

leave now,”

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

leave them