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 something. “Enough! Cheyenne, stop it! And Sean, go back to your

find a villa to live in temporarily; however, that would mean giving the

Sean protested

to

that George only has one son, and he

this before, so he was a little

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

room was finally cleaned up. Although some things were missing,

in Akloit. Those who live there are either rich or powerful. The white Western-style villa with a garden is particularly eye-catching.

hall, crystal chandeliers with floral

woke up tiredly from his sleep on the sofa and

answered a woman’s gentle voice, different

chestnut straight hair hanging behind

A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. How could he forget that he

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

figure, revealing a glimpse of his tanned neck as

his handsome and charming aura, making it difficult for

words, he picked up his black suit jacket and headed

door of the room, a servant was carrying a large pile of clothes downstairs. When they saw Kelvin, they quickly stepped

with these

not take them with

us to burn these things

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

man furrowed his eyebrows, revealing a few wrinkles

leave now,”

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

leave