She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 397: Five Million If You Wantto Leave The Lawrence Villa.

It was unknown who leaked the news about Cheyenne's absence for three days, but George showed up at the door with Malaya and Nora.

The three of them swaggered into the house, casually taking seats on the sofa. Malaya even strolled around as if she still considered this place her own territory.

They opened Cheyenne's bedroom door, their eyes glittering as they looked at the emerald bracelet and gemstone necklace on the vanity. They discreetly hid the necklace in their bags.

Inside the wardrobe, the colorful haute couture gowns and designer shoes and bags made Nora burn with jealousy.

She pursed her lips and suddenly walked over to the desk, picked up the ink bottle, and unscrewed the cap, splashing ink onto Cheyenne's clothes.

Malaya was taken aback by the sudden action, her face full of regret as she looked at the high-quality branded clothing and accessories.

"Nora, what a waste. These clothes are so good; you can't even buy them with money." Her words were filled with genuine distress.

Taking a step forward, Malaya picked up the clothes that hadn't been unpacked yet. The ink only splattered onto the packaging, so a wipe would do.

"Mom, what are you doing? I wish I could burn all her things." Upon hearing the words, Malaya scolded Nora for being foolish.

These clothes were probably forgotten by Cheyenne herself. They could easily be packed into their handbags and taken away.

Nora looked at her mother's greedy expression and clenched her red lips, but in the end... she dropped the ink bottle in her hand.

It fell to the ground.

The remaining black ink splattered on the white shag carpet, staining its pure, snow-white surface.

She gave it a cold glance, then tightly clenched her fists and watched her mother stuff the clothes into her handbag before decisively turning and leaving. In truth, she wasn't any better than her mother.

Inside her backpack, she had a diamond tassel necklace... a limited edition jewelry collection from Cartier. Downstairs in the living room, George called for the servant to pour him stea. His gaze surveyed the greatly transformed mansion, pointing and gesturing.

"This chandelier is too childish, and the curtains need to be changed to a deep green. The walls need a fresh coat of paint too. Sky blue is so dull, gold is much more grand." Malaya gently clung to George's shoulder and rested her head lightly on his shoulder. "You're right, honey. I felt that the style of this villa was off as soon as I entered. The previous decor style was much nicer." "How did you all get in?" A voice as cold as a frosty blade suddenly cfrom the entrance. George tilted his head and saw a handsand extraordinary man sitting in a wheelchair.

His sharply defined face exuded a resolute and handscharm. The oppressive aura of someone in power made them briefly nervous.

George thought that this was Cheyenne's villa, and he was her father and naturally had the right to enter this villa, so he mustered up courage and smiled at Master Iker.

George stood up and walked towards Iker, pausing in front of him.

He proactively extended his hand, lips curled up in a typical business-like fake smile.

"You must be Master Iker, right? Hello, we didn't have a chance to introduce ourselves properly when we met briefly last time. My nis George, Cheyenne's father." As soon as he finished speaking, Tanner muttered under his breath, “How could Miss Lawrence have a father like you?" Although his voice was low, George still heard it, and his smile faltered on his face.

Hesitant because of the other's higher status, he didn't dare offend and could only force a smile as he took out his ID and showed it to the two.

"Has Master Iker forgotten? We also met at the reception for Miss Davidson last time." Iker glanced coldly at the three sudden guests in the living room, his impatience evident as he interrupted George's words.

"Mr. Lawrence, may I ask what brings you here today?" Iker's clearly dismissive tone amused Malaya. She quickly got up from the sofa, a smile on her face as she walked to George's side.

With full confidence, she said, "Master Iker, you're mistaken. We are Cheyenne's family, and this is our home. Do we need a reason to return to our own home?" She paused for a second, then directed her words at Iker.

"I heard that Master Iker is just temporarily staying here, right? I'm sorry, but even though we have plenty of rooms, a family of four fits just right. It might be a bit inconvenient for you and your follower to live here." "After all, my daughter is so beautiful, I just can't trust having two unfamiliar members of the opposite sex in the house." As her words fell, Tanner almost couldn't help but laugh in exasperation.

He rolled his eyes on the spot. Although he had a fair and cute baby face, he had a quick temper.

Countless reckless men had met their demise at his hands.

"Rest assured, ma'am. Your mean daughter attracts neither of us." "Even I don't find her attractive, so my young master naturally wouldn't care either. She could barely be a dishwasher maid if she tries..." Nora's eyes reddened in an instant, her eyes welling up with tears at the humiliation of those words.

"What did you say? Say it again!” Malaya's scream, three times louder, echoed in the room, piercing and grating.

"Tanner, step aside." Iker's voice rang out, and even if he wasn't willing, Tanner had to obediently step aside. Despite that, he turned his back and made a disgruntled gesture to express his displeasure.

Iker didn't have the tor patience to deal with these three people. He had been exhausted from searching E for Cheyenne these past few days. He just wanted to send them away as soon as possible.

He went straight to the point, "If you want us to leave, it'll cost you five million!" "What did you say?" Malaya couldn't believe her ears and reached up to touch them, suspecting she had misheard.

Little did she know, Iker had instructed Tanner to fetch the "rental agreement" from the study, which had Cheyenne's own signature on it.

In truth, he just wrote it randomly, and Cheyenne was easy to negotiate with. As long as there was money, she would agree. With a wave of her hand, she signed her nlike it was a game. Tanner unfolded the contract and placed it in front of the three individuals. In black and white, it clearly stated the terms of their rental agreement.

"This is the agreement between Miss Lawrence and me. I rented this place and wouldn't move out until I recover from my illness." "The rent is five million! My leg hasn't healed yet, and Miss Lawrence hasn't returned." "If you wantto move out, you can pay back these five million."

Tanner never expected that the usually reserved and silent young master would strike right at the heart people with his words.

of these three peo Seeing their greedy expressions, how could they possibly produce five million? At this moment, all George could think was that they had gone mad! They hadn't even settled in properly, and now they were being asked to cough up five million to help Cheyenne repay her debts? What a dream!