She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 9: Her Traces Everywhere

Chapter 9: Her Traces Everywhere

"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!"

Seeing that the two were about to fight each other, George had to stand up and say something. "Enough! Cheyenne, stop it! And Sean, go back to your room."

George thought, 'Move out? It's easier said than done! Although I am not short of money and can find a villa to live in temporarily; however, that would mean giving the private residence completely over to Cheyenne. She is just a daughter. Once she got married off, the residence would still belong solely to me. So, I absolutely can't move out!'

"Dad!" Sean protested with dissatisfaction.

"Go back to your room!"

You should know that George only has one son, and he has always doted on him.

Sean is used to getting whatever he wants, but he has never been scolded like this before, so he was a little scared when George suddenly became angry. He lowered his head, not daring to speak.

The teenager's pretty eyes suddenly turned red, and his cold face showed anger but also helplessness. It was quite a sight to behold - at least Cheyenne thought so.

At night, her room was finally cleaned up. Although some things were missing, it looked almost the same as before.

JZ Villa Area 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 luxury.

In the hall, crystal chandeliers with floral patterns emit beautiful light and shadow.

A man woke up tiredly from his sleep on the sofa and rubbed his forehead impatiently. "Cheyenne, water."

"Kelvin, you're awake," answered a woman's gentle voice, different from Cheyenne's.

Abbie who wore a white floral dress with chestnut straight hair hanging behind her head was beaming at him with joy.

Kelvin stared at the glass in her hand but didn't take it. A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. How could he forget that he had already divorced that woman?

"Leave these things to the servants," Kelvin said as he lifted the thin blanket off himself and got up to put on his shoes.

His white striped shirt wrapped around his perfect figure, revealing a glimpse of his tanned neck as his Adam's apple rolled with each movement. He was captivating.

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

With those words, he picked up his black suit jacket and headed upstairs.

At the door of the room, a servant was carrying a large pile of clothes downstairs. When they saw Kelvin, they quickly stepped aside and respectfully called out, "Mr. Foley."

"What are you doing with these clothes?" Are they all Cheyenne's?

Did she not take them with her?

The servant answered obediently while lowering her head, "Miss Lawrence instructed us to burn these things so as not to be an eyesore for Mr. Foley."

Burn them? Only when someone has passed away would their family choose to burn their clothes; otherwise, they would usually throw them in the trash bin.

The handsome man furrowed his eyebrows, revealing a few wrinkles on his broad forehead.

"You may leave now," he said.

"Yes, sir," the maid replied. As she held onto the clothes and took a few steps, she suddenly heard a cold voice from behind her.

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Without looking back, he walked into the study. His tall and proud figure cast a long shadow like that of a small mountain on the ground.

As for the maid, she looked at Abbie with shock and embarrassment. On Abbie's delicate face, her smile froze momentarily as a hint of malice flashed in her eyes before disappearing quickly.

The study was decorated in ancient style with wooden bookshelves lining the walls holding several cabinets full of books.

On top of a round antique shelf were various antiques and trinkets collected by him. Amongst those expensive items was an eye-catching mimosa plant.

He had only stayed here for less than two days this month; who dared to mess up his study?

"Sir, you're back. I'm not sure how to arrange Miss Berry's room?" The old butler wearing black tails stood behind Kelvin.

"Don't we have plenty of rooms in this villa?"

Kelvin felt a bit restless, he waved his hand casually and let the butler leave.

He casually took a book from the shelf and was stunned for a second when he saw colorful cartoon characters printed on it.

Then, with a cold face, he threw the comic book into the trash can.

In the hallway, Abbie stood with a group of servants at Cheyenne's room door.

"Take down these black curtains and replace them with blue ones. And also that bed!"

As soon as Abbie thought of that bitch and Kelvin slept together up there, her heart twisted in pain.

'This bed... is made of world-class velvet fabric; it's the wedding bed when Mr. Foley got married. Do I have to change it?' With the thought in mind, the butler was hesitant to take action, but then he realized that Miss Berry was the future mistress of the villa and he could not afford to offend her.

"Okay, I will arrange for someone to replace the bed immediately."