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.

out among them all with its entire marble relief walls and a two-meter-three-tall statue in

to build this villa without spending

away 10% shares of the Foley Group from her father under the pretext that she was not well

about the shares very much. But now Kelvin seemed

made Abbie feel uneasy especially when

breakdown caused pain in Abbie’s chest, making it difficult for

it for several nights, she decided to take back those 10% ownership shares which rightfully belong to hers; hence, she came back intentionally

a few 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

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

differently than usual, wearing a black professional suit with matching high heels and her hair pulled back neatly. She looked sharp and capable compared to her usual soft demeanor. “Uncle Cody, won’t you

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

pretended familiarity by patting him on the shoulder before asking, “Abbie, what brings you here? Why don’t you call me ahead so that

elegantly and sat upright, which made Cody feel

typical behavior for Abbie who usually acted more timidly around

a

way, who is the person

notice the man standing beside Abbie. He was about six feet tall, dressed in a

an air of elite

neatly on her lap, and looked over with a gentle gaze. Her red lips parted as she introduced, “Uncle

but the intelligent gleam in those eyes made him feel a bit uneasy. He hadn’t

be… For

Cody, you got it

Mr. Smith and gracefully picked up the coffee on the table. She lowered

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

Uncle Cody ignored her and even took away her