She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 706: Turns Out It's His Wife

Recently, Malaya had been away from home, as she is currently squatting outside a high-end villa community.

Hunched over, she hid in the lush green bushes, the bright red windbreaker contrasting sharply with the green trees, creating a striking scene.

Feared being recognized, she deliberately wore oversized sunglasses to cover half her face.

As the year drew to a close, the temperature dropped day by day. A gust of cold wind blew, causing her to shiver involuntarily. She tucked her neck into her collar and rubbed her hands together. She muttered complaints while nestled in the bushes.

"This weather is freaking freezing."

"If it wasn't for that vixen, I wouldn't have to endure this."

"Damn George, if I catch you with another woman, you'll be sorry."

As she spoke, Malaya felt a tickle in her nostrils and couldn't help but sneeze.

"Achoo."

The sound was as loud as thunder, impossible to ignore.

This was a high-end villa area, naturally equipped with professional bodyguards and surveillance systems, so her commotion quickly attracted attention.

A middle-aged man in a navy blue security uniform noticed her and strode over, his gaze fixed on Malaya's figure.

Knowing it was no longer safe, she should have been smart and left immediately. However, she didn't wait for George or the "vixen" she was looking for, so she couldn't bear to leave. So, thinking that she wouldn't be found unluckily, she continued waiting.

While waiting for George, the security guard arrived instead.

Unbeknownst to her, he stood right behind her and abruptly patted her shoulder, his voice stern as he questioned, "Who are you? What are you doing crouching here?"

voice almost startled Malaya into fleeing on

fright, her face pale as she looked back and saw it was just a security guard,

a disdainful look, and then with hands

trouble. If you scare me into a heart attack, you won't be able to handle

why aren't you using the access card? If you're a visitor, at the very least

Register?

me. Whether I was a resident here was none of your business. I was here to

and unreasonable woman was truly detestable, quickly

through with

matter who you're looking for, you still need to register your name and contact number. Unauthorized personnel are not

off the man's grasp and petulantly bit his arm with all

she would have

her face turn red with

clear that a large crowd had gathered here, as if

wife; with his arm around his lover's shoulder, he walked provocatively past Malaya.

crowd and made her way towards George, shouting in anger, "George, tell me,

to have a momentary illusion. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the

nearly bumping

What was going on?

Was he hallucinating?

could he hear his wife's voice

impossible. This was Onistead Laimondi Estate, a renowned high-end

place

rivals that of a

with authorized facial se

enter and exit; outsiders are strictly

only two hundred square feet, with a price tag of over ten million dollars. With the cost of renovations, he ended up spending around fifteen