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.

stood out among them all with its entire marble relief walls

would have been impossible to build this villa without

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

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

especially when

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

for several nights, she decided to take back those 10%

refused to go back until Kelvin personally apologized. However, before he could hear from Kelvin, Abbie and a lawyer showed up

front of him. The

wearing a 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

while taking his seat across from her on the sofa. He reached into his shirt pocket out of

over Abbie’s shoulder at the lawyer beside her, Cody pretended familiarity by patting him on the shoulder before asking, “Abbie, what brings

elegantly and sat upright, which made Cody feel

typical behavior for Abbie who usually acted more

a taxi here myself,”

is 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

exuded an air

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

or a doctor, but the intelligent gleam in those eyes made him feel a bit uneasy. He hadn’t expected it to be a lawyer. Why on earth would his niece

be… For

Cody, you got

coffee on the table. She lowered her gaze and

her face looked as pale as paper, and her long eyelashes stood out. A

passed away, Uncle Cody ignored her and even took away her