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.

among them all with its entire marble relief walls and

been impossible to

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

didn’t care about the shares very

made Abbie feel uneasy especially

making it

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

He refused to go back until Kelvin personally apologized.

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

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

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

pretended familiarity by patting him on the shoulder before asking, “Abbie, what brings

smiled elegantly and sat upright, which made Cody

Abbie who usually

a taxi here myself,”

way, who 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 of his

air

leisurely set down her teacup, folded her hands neatly on her lap, and looked over with a gentle gaze. Her red

those eyes made him feel a bit uneasy. He hadn’t expected it to be a lawyer. Why on earth would his

be… For Foster’s

you

picked up the coffee on the table. She lowered her gaze and took a

her face looked as pale as paper, and her long eyelashes

her father passed away, Uncle Cody ignored