She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 707: The House Under My Name Is Mine

The truth that has now been revealed is truly astonishing. It turns out this young woman is not the middle-aged man's daughter, but his mistress whom he kept hidden from his wife. Disgusting! It's truly shameless.

Now, George was only concerned about one thing - Malaya finding out about the house he bought!

How should he explain himself?

Just then, Jane walked over with her arms crossed. Solely based on her aura, she effortlessly overshadowed Malaya, that old woman.

She approached with a condescending gaze and sneered, "Yes, he did spend over fifteen million buying me this villa, but the owner's name is me, not George. So, this house belongs to me."

As her words fell, Malaya became so enraged that she let out an angry exclamation while glancing fiercely at George.

That look in her eyes seemed to wish for his immediate drowning before she could feel at ease.

"You, George, after all these years, as we weathered storms and hardships together, I bore you a son and a daughter."

"And yet, you dared to have an affair behind my back. And you even got involved with my daughter's rival. What would Nora think if she found out?"

"Where did you get the money for this house? Don't blame me for not warning you. The house in Akloit was meant for Sean's future marriage!"

As the conversation turned to the house, George suddenly became hesitant. He stammered, his words muddled, "When Sean gets married, I'll definitely buy him an even better house than that one. Why are you making a fuss?"

Doesn't she understand the principle of not airing dirty laundry in public?

Is it honorable for her to casually accuse him like this? Everyone around is just here to witness their spectacle, and she finds that glorious?

Most of the women present sympathized with Malaya, putting themselves in her shoes.

As fellow women, they could better understand her heartache and feeling of being unworthy. They had children, looking forward to a happy future. And then, the husband committed adultery.

girl to disgust her. Wasn't this a deliberate mockery

most people couldn't help but show

was tall and well-built. Why would she need

really lacked self-respect. How long could they sustain themselves by trading their

reproaches from those around her seemed to have nothing to do with her, as if the wind blew gently past her without causing any

conversation concluded, she finally walked over, stepping in her

step, her waist swayed, accentuating her curvy

help but envy her

quick look at Malaya. She placed a hand over her

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forward, standing beside Jane, and replied, "Exactly, I voluntarily

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