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

been impossible to build this villa without

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

thought she could marry into the Foley family, so she didn’t care about the shares very much. But now

uneasy especially when

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

take back those 10% ownership shares which rightfully belong to

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

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

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 let me come in for a while?” she said softly with a gentle

from her on the sofa. He reached into his shirt pocket

beside her, Cody pretended familiarity by patting him on the shoulder before asking, “Abbie, what brings you here? Why

sat upright, which made Cody

for Abbie who usually acted

a taxi here myself,” she

the way, who is

tall, dressed in a sharp black Armani shirt and

an air

lap, and looked over with a gentle gaze. Her red

in those eyes made him feel a bit uneasy. He hadn’t expected it to be

it be… For Foster’s

Cody, you got it

coffee on the table. She lowered her gaze

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

away, Uncle Cody ignored her