She Became Rich After Divorce

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?"All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

"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.

Not only that, but he also found an attractive young girl to disgust her. Wasn't this a deliberate mockery of her aging appearance?

As for Jane, most people couldn't help but show disdain.

She wasn't bad-looking. She was tall and well-built. Why would she need to sell herself for money?

These young girls nowadays really lacked self-respect. How long could they sustain themselves by trading their beauty for wealth?

Jane remained quietly standing by, observing everything. The insults and reproaches from those around her seemed to have nothing to do with her, as if the wind blew gently past her without causing any disturbance.

After Malaya and George's conversation concluded, she finally walked over, stepping in her twelve-centimeter high heels.

With each step, her waist swayed, accentuating her curvy figure.

Not just men, even women couldn't help but envy her perfect body proportions.

Jane took a quick look at Malaya. She placed a hand over her lips and burst into laughter.

"Malaya, what's got you so angry? Weren't you the mistress who stole your best friend's husband and became a home wrecker?" Jane said, smirking.

"I think you should understand the importance of appearance for a woman. Everyone desires to be beautiful, especially since men are visual creatures," Malaya retorted.

"And have you even looked at

yourself lately? Your face is filled

with wrinkles, gray hair covers your

temples, your eyes are hazy and

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greedy resembling a beggar. Honey,

taking you out would only be

embarrassing," she added.

"The house is under my name now, if you want it back, it depends on whether or not I'm willing to give it to you."

Jane's words held significant meaning!

So, the woman who came to "catch the mistress" was also a mistress herself!

Tsk tsk, fortunes are ever-changing, and the grass is always greener on the other side.

As for the house, what she said was right. She is the homeowner, and it was willingly given to her by the man.

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George say Malaya calming down a bit, so he stepped forward, standing beside Jane, and replied, "Exactly, I voluntarily gave her this house, you have no right to question it

"In all these years, you haven't done any housework or helped out in the company. You have no qualifications to intervene in this matter. This is my money!" Malaya suddenly choked.

George used to be obedient to her every command.

But now he's become more and more outrageous, not only cheating with other women but also daring to claim that she has no right to intervene.

"Why don't I have the right? I gave birth to two children! Who does she think she is? Today, I will make her return the money for this house."

How could this damned George not consider that their two children are not yet married and need money?

As a father, he gave all the money to his mistress only for his own selfish desires.

He's truly foolish!

Thinking of this, Malaya's heart sank.

She held her handbag under her armpit, stepping forward in high heels, her gaze fierce like a female ogre emerging from the depths of hell.

"Ah! Are you out of your mind?" George had just been beaten, and his face was swollen.

He didn't want to get involved in any more fights; otherwise, his own life might be in danger.

To be precise, he was afraid of his wife, Malaya. Subconsciously, he hid behind Jane.

At this critical moment, no one had ever seen a man hide behind a woman like him.

Jane, not impressed, rolled her eyes, and the people around couldn't help but feel exasperated.

Is this even a man?

Is this kind of weakling worth his wife causing a scene here?

Jane was not afraid of Malaya. Before Malaya could even touch her, Jane clapped her hands, and soon, two strong, young, and handsome security guards approached. en.swhovels.net

They respectfully called out to her, "Hello, CEO."

What's going on? Malaya was dumbfounded, staring at Jane with wide eyes.