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.

entire marble relief walls and

been impossible to build

father died, Cody took away 10% shares of the Foley Group from her father under the pretext that she

could marry into the Foley family, so she didn’t care about the shares very

uneasy especially when Cheyenne shattered

chest, making

back those 10% ownership shares

from work due to his argument with Kelvin at the company. He refused to go back

visitors standing in front

and her hair pulled back neatly. She looked sharp and capable compared to her usual soft demeanor. “Uncle Cody, won’t you let me come in for a while?” she said softly

before gesturing for her to sit down while taking his seat across from her on the sofa. He reached into his shirt pocket out of habit and pulled out an unlit cigar which he

Cody pretended familiarity by patting him on the shoulder before asking,

elegantly and sat upright,

who usually acted more timidly around

okay. I can easily take a taxi

is the person with

six feet tall, dressed in a sharp black Armani shirt and suit, sporting a deep red pinstriped tie, and perched silver-framed glasses on the bridge

an air of

over with a gentle gaze. Her red lips parted as she introduced, “Uncle Cody, this

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

be… For Foster’s

you got it

Mr. Smith and gracefully picked up the coffee on the

pale as paper, and her long eyelashes stood out. A glint of light flashed quickly in her

ignored her and even took