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 walls and a

would have been impossible to build this villa without spending

died, Cody took away 10% shares of the Foley Group from her

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

uneasy especially when Cheyenne

Abbie’s chest, making it difficult for her

she decided 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

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

matching high heels and her hair pulled back neatly. She looked sharp and capable compared to her

a moment before gesturing for 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

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

smiled elegantly and sat upright, which made

behavior for Abbie who usually acted more timidly around

can easily take a taxi here myself,” she replied

is the person with

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

air

and looked over with a gentle gaze. Her red lips parted as

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

it be…

Cody, you got it

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

this angle, her face looked as pale as paper, and her long eyelashes stood out. A glint of light flashed

ignored her and