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!”

each other, George had to stand up and say

the private residence completely over to Cheyenne. She is just a daughter. Once she

Sean protested

to

that George only has one son, and he

this before, so he was

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

her room was finally cleaned up. 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, all displaying its exquisite

hall, crystal chandeliers with floral patterns emit beautiful light and

on the sofa and rubbed

answered a woman’s

chestnut straight hair

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

these things to the servants,” Kelvin said as he lifted the thin

figure, revealing a glimpse of his tanned neck as his Adam’s apple rolled

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

up his black suit

large pile of clothes downstairs.

doing with these clothes?” Are

take them

head, “Miss Lawrence instructed us to burn these things so as not to

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

eyebrows, revealing a few wrinkles on his broad

may leave

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

just leave