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!”

George had to stand up

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

Sean protested with

back to

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

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

but also helplessness. It was quite

finally cleaned up. Although some things

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

hall, crystal chandeliers with floral patterns emit beautiful light and

on

answered a woman’s

wore a white floral dress with chestnut straight hair hanging behind her head was beaming at him with

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

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

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

and charming aura, making it difficult for people

picked up his black suit jacket and headed

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

you doing with these clothes?”

not take them

obediently while lowering her head, “Miss Lawrence instructed us to burn these things so as not to be

Only when someone has passed away would their family choose to burn their clothes; otherwise, they would usually throw them in the

eyebrows, revealing a few wrinkles on

leave

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

leave