She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 706: Turns Out It's His WifeContent from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

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?"

The sudden voice almost startled Malaya into fleeing on the spot.

She jumped in fright, her face pale as she looked back and saw it was just a security guard, not worth her attention at all.

Once steadied, she patted her chest with one hand, gave the man a disdainful look, and then with hands on her hips, scolded like a shrew:

"You're asking for trouble. If you scare me into a heart attack, you won't be able to handle the consequences."

"Ma'am, are you a resident here? If so, why aren't you using the access card? If you're a visitor, at the very least you should register."

Register?

She was dumbstruck and raised her voice defensively, yelling, "I warn you not to touch me. Whether I was a resident here was none of your business. I was here to find someone."

The domineering and unreasonable woman was truly detestable, quickly attracting onlookers.

Feeling embarrassed, Malaya lowered her head and tried to push through with force, but was caught and pulled back by the man.

"Wait, no matter who you're looking for, you still need to register your name and contact number. Unauthorized personnel are not allowed in."

Malaya struggled to shake off the man's grasp and petulantly bit his arm with all her might.

If she weren't an elder, she would have been disciplined long ago.

The surrounding people began to voice their accusations, their words echoing in Malaya's ears, making her face turn red with embarrassment. Meanwhile, Jane was supporting George, who had been beaten and bruised, as they walked in through the front entrance.

From a distance, it was clear that a large crowd had gathered here, as if something had happened.

George couldn't fathom that it would be his own wife; with his arm around his lover's shoulder, he walked provocatively past Malaya. Malaya immediately saw her husband.

She broke free from the crowd and made her way towards George, shouting in anger, "George, tell me, who is she?"

The sounds reverberated in waves to his ears, almost causing him to have a momentary illusion.

He stopped in his tracks, nearly bumping into a palm tree ahead.

What was going on?

Was he hallucinating?

How could he hear his wife's voice here?

George shook his head, thinking it was impossible. This was Onistead Laimondi Estate, a renowned high-end community. Each square

foot in this place costs a square

and the security system rivals that of a presidential palace. Only those

with authorized facial se

can enter and exit; outsiders are strictly prohibited.

The house he bought for Jane was 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 million.

This money was accumulated by secretly selling the villa in Akloit.

Now, George only had real estate shares and funds left as his assets, with less than five million in liquid assets... He dared not let Malaya find out about this.

In fact, Jane was much wealthier

than him. George had planned to

join her company and then seize her assets. Otherwise, with his taste, he wouldn't have been attracted to

Jane's appearance.

But George still had no idea that he himself was the prey instead.

Seeing Malaya approaching, Jane withdrew her hand with a light smile. She stared at Malaya, waiting for the next scene to unfold.

As the familiar voice, figure, and face appeared before him, George finally panicked. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead.

He wiped his forehead, awkwardly asking, "Why are you here?"

Malaya could tell from his tone that this situation was likely true. She was so enraged that her chin trembled.

"Heh, why am I here? Why are you so scared? Feeling guilty?"

"I heard that you bought this house for me and our children to live in. As a wife, is it not normal for me to come and see our own house?"

As her words fell, a commotion erupted in the surroundings.

So, this was the rightful wife.

It made sense. The man looked like in his 50s, while that woman appeared quite young, wearing a long khaki coat with black knee-high boots. Judging by their age difference, they seemed more like father and daughter.

They had been living together, in and out, for so many days, and everyone assumed they were a father-daughter duo.

Only the interaction between them sometimes crossed the line.