She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 236: Abbie Regains Control of the Shares

Omari only took on cases that were worth at least nine figures or ones that he found interesting. Despite his refined and sophisticated appearance, he was actually a thrill-seeking boy who loved to challenge himself.

He wouldn’t even bother with a case of this level.

As for Mr. Kent’s call to inquire about Miss Berry, it was only out of fear of offending the man behind her, Kelvin Foley.

In the end, Omari refused the case.

Abbie had heard that Omari was a legal genius in Akloit’s legal community, and his name even appeared in international legal publications.

That was why she wanted him as her representative.

But a lawyer like Omari was just an employee after all. What made him look down on her?

“No thanks. Goodbye.”

Abbie rejected Mr. Kent’s proposal to find someone else instead of Omari as her lawyer.

After all, there was more than one law firm. She could hire some other lawyer.

…

This area was known as Akloit’s golden district – all you can see ere white buildings with pointed domes reminiscent of Islamic architecture.

Villa stood out among them all with its entire marble relief

have been impossible to

10% shares of the Foley Group from her father under the pretext that she

family, so she didn’t care about the shares very much. But now Kelvin seemed increasingly indifferent towards her while

feel uneasy especially when Cheyenne shattered

making it difficult for

several nights, she decided to take back those 10% ownership shares which

days off from work due to his argument with Kelvin at the company. He refused to go back until Kelvin personally apologized. However, before he could hear from Kelvin, Abbie and a lawyer

looked confusedly at the two visitors standing in front of him. The atmosphere was tense and oppressive as they

suit with matching high heels and her hair pulled back neatly. She looked sharp and capable compared to her usual soft

down while taking his seat across from her on the sofa. He reached into his shirt pocket out of

the lawyer beside her, Cody pretended familiarity by patting him on the shoulder before asking, “Abbie, what brings you here? Why don’t you call

elegantly and sat upright, which made Cody feel

who usually acted more

a taxi here

the way, who is the

tall, dressed in a sharp black Armani shirt and suit, sporting a deep red pinstriped

air of elite

and looked over with a gentle gaze. Her red lips parted as

whether he might be a company executive or a doctor, but the intelligent gleam in those eyes made him feel a bit uneasy. He hadn’t expected it to be a lawyer. Why on earth would his

it be… For

you

up the coffee on the table. She lowered her gaze and

as paper, and her long eyelashes stood out. A glint of light

away, Uncle Cody ignored her and