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.

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

been impossible to build this villa

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

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

especially when Cheyenne

breakdown caused pain in Abbie’s chest, making it difficult for her to sleep at

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

from work due to his argument with Kelvin at the company. He refused to go back until Kelvin personally apologized. However,

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

high heels 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 with

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 held between his

on the shoulder before asking, “Abbie, what brings you here? Why don’t you call me

elegantly and sat upright, which

behavior for Abbie who

take a taxi here myself,”

the way, who is the

Cody opened the door, he couldn’t help but notice the man standing beside Abbie. He was about six feet tall, dressed in a sharp black Armani shirt and suit, sporting a deep red pinstriped tie, and perched silver-framed

exuded an air

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

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

it be… For

you

at Mr. Smith and gracefully picked up the coffee on the table. She lowered her gaze and took

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

her father passed away, Uncle Cody ignored her and even took away her