“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!”

had to stand up and say something. “Enough! Cheyenne, stop it! And Sean, go back

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

protested with

to your

only has one

before, so he was a little scared

anger but also helplessness. It was quite a sight to behold – at least Cheyenne thought

Although some things were missing, it looked almost the same

was a famous 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 of the house,

crystal chandeliers with floral patterns emit

his sleep on the sofa and

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

with chestnut straight hair hanging behind

didn’t take it. A hint of coldness

he lifted the thin blanket off himself and got up to put on his

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

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

those words, he picked up his black suit jacket

servant was carrying a large pile of clothes downstairs. When they

you doing with these

take

“Miss Lawrence instructed us to burn these things so

to burn their clothes; otherwise, they would usually throw

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

may leave now,”

onto the clothes and took a few steps, she suddenly heard a

leave them

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