She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 123: Get out of the Villa

Malaya left the banquet with Nora in a hurry, and they both sat in the car. Nora was still crying, covering her face with both hands.

She kept blaming her mother, saying, “It’s all your fault. If you hadn’t randomly chosen that little slut’s dress for me to wear, I wouldn’t have embarrassed myself like this.”

There are many people at this banquet who study at her school; it will be so embarrassing for her to go to school and face them.

George was driving while listening to his daughter’s tearful words, and immediately glared at the two of them angrily.

“What did you say? This dress wasn’t borrowed from Cheyenne, but rather… stolen by you?”

He was too embarrassed to finish the sentence, his face turning red with shame.

After the party, he dared not recall the scene just now. George has lived for nearly fifty years, when did he ever feel so embarrassed?

He accidentally stepped on the brake pedal under his feet, and the speeding car suddenly came to a stop by the side of the road.

Due to the inertia of the movement, the mother and daughter sitting in the back seat collided with the car seats, emitting two screams in surprise.

“Ah!”

Malaya reached out and straightened her car seat, her beautiful eyes filled with displeasure as she glared.

“Why are you speaking so harshly? What do you mean by “stealing’? We’re all family. We just borrowed it to wear for a while, and we’ll return it.”

If she wasn’t his wife, George would have scolded her for what she said.

without their consent is called stealing, isn’t

to lose four million for

How dare she cry!

parents and a role model in the eyes of

shame, the blame in her father’s eyes felt like a sharp knife stabbing

Iker to forgive us and we wouldn’t have

wants to see us make a fool of ourselves. She doesn’t take

fell like broken pearls, making a pitter-patter sound as they dropped onto

Nora’s back to comfort

damn Cheyenne was really a

Cheyenne back then. She should have made Cheyenne shut

as he gazed ahead at the wide road. He started up the car again,

the banquet, not realizing that things were about to

her first order of business was to kick

do you want to kick out? This isn’t just your house!” The young man’s face turned red with anger as he glared at Cheyenne with furrowed brows and squinted eyes. If Malaya hadn’t been holding him back, he might have actually

silver dress that complemented her radiant smile. “You’re right – this is my house,” she said calmly. “Ewan, tell him who owns

called upon; he had worked for the Lawrence family for many

dowry of

continuing on, “Lady Cheyenne, there’s no long-standing grudge between

tilted up one corner of her mouth into an attractive curve while speaking sweetly, “Long-standing

who needed to

with coldness like a deep pool ready to swallow someone whole without

know how sickening

admiration for Nora. But when facing her, all those praises and encouragements turned into reproaches

she didn’t care about George’s opinion of her because she had long grown accustomed