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!”

to stand up and say something. “Enough! Cheyenne, stop it!

to live in temporarily; however, 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

Sean protested

back to your

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

he has never been scolded like this before, so he was a little scared

showed anger but also helplessness. It

Although some things were missing, it looked almost the same

or powerful. The white Western-style villa with a garden is particularly eye-catching. The Gothic spires complement the marble reliefs of

the hall, crystal chandeliers with floral patterns emit

on the sofa and rubbed his

you’re awake,” answered a woman’s

a white floral dress with chestnut straight hair

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

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

white striped shirt wrapped around his perfect figure, revealing a glimpse of his tanned neck as his Adam’s apple

emanating from him suppressed his handsome and charming aura,

picked up his black suit

servant was carrying a large pile of clothes downstairs.

you doing with these clothes?” Are they

take them

while lowering her head, “Miss Lawrence instructed us to burn these things so as not to be an eyesore for Mr.

away would their family choose to burn their clothes; otherwise, they would usually throw them

man furrowed his eyebrows, revealing a few wrinkles on his

may leave

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

leave