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.

its entire marble relief walls and

would have been impossible to build this villa

Cody took away 10% shares of the Foley

care about the shares very much. But now Kelvin

Abbie feel uneasy especially when Cheyenne shattered Abbie’s

in Abbie’s chest, making it difficult for

nights, she decided to take back those 10% ownership shares which rightfully belong

with Kelvin at the company. He refused

two visitors standing in front of

back neatly. She looked sharp and capable compared to her usual soft demeanor. “Uncle Cody, won’t you

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

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

upright, which made Cody feel

for Abbie who

a taxi

is the person

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

an air of elite

folded her hands neatly on her lap, and looked over with a gentle gaze. Her red lips parted as she introduced, “Uncle Cody,

made

be…

Cody, you got

coffee on the table. She lowered her gaze and took

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

her father passed away, Uncle Cody ignored