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

to build

have belonged to Abbie. But after Abbie’s father died, Cody took away 10% shares of the Foley Group from her father under the

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

especially when

making

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

the company. He refused to go back until Kelvin personally apologized. However, before he

two visitors standing in front of him. The atmosphere was tense and oppressive as they silently

a black professional suit with matching high heels and her hair pulled back neatly. She looked sharp and capable compared 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 held between his thumb

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

smiled elegantly and sat upright, which made Cody feel somewhat

typical behavior for Abbie who usually

a

is the

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 glasses on the bridge of his

air of elite

over with a gentle gaze. Her red lips parted as she introduced,

a doctor, but the intelligent gleam in those eyes made him feel

it be… For Foster’s

Cody, you got

the coffee on the table. She lowered her gaze

eyelashes stood out.

Uncle Cody ignored