She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 333: Support Miss Lawrence

Since Cheyenne insisted on not taking the money, old Mr. Foley had to find another way to please her. His gaze suddenly shifted to Abbie, who was sitting gracefully on the chair, maintaining the demeanor of a refined lady.

Sensing old Mr. Foley’s scrutiny, Abbie’s heart couldn’t help but tense. She raised her head with a smile, “Grandpa, I heard you weren’t feeling well. Are you better now?”

“Call me old Mr. Foley,” he replied.

Abbie was momentarily stunned. “Sure.”

“Can I eat if I’m not feeling well? But, thanks to your concern, Miss Berry. I heard you’ve become the new director?” old Mr. Foley said, and Abbie’s face immediately showed a hint of pride.

Being a shareholder of the Foley Group was enough to overshadow Cheyenne. The annual year-end bonus alone equaled Cheyenne’s lifetime income.

“Yes, I just took office recently. Uncle Cody isn’t in good health, so he returned my father’s shares to me.”

The Berry family held shares in the Foley Group. Despite being just ten percent, it translated to a yearly dividend income of ten billion. Abbie had the confidence to believe that she now outshone Cheyenne. If Kelvin missed out on her, he would lose ten billion directly.

Unexpectedly, old Mr. Foley’s next words left her dumbfounded. “Since that’s the case, return the Cayenne to Cheyenne.”

“What… what?” Her triumphant smile froze, and she stared at him in disbelief. Everyone at the table, including Franklin, was astonished. Franklin even shot Cheyenne a meaningful look.

remained calm, supporting her chin with one hand, her clear eyes serene, as if what old Mr. Foley

“What? Didn’t you drive that car? If it

welcomed her just moments ago. However,

million, and

this money. After all, you’re not the same as before. Consider the

half of the money left. Abbie thought she was being “generous” by giving the rest to Cheyenne. After all, she was poor,

a very old house in Yrose, much smaller than an average house. Even

didn’t want to speak up for Cheyenne, Abbie’s self-insulting words made his lips twitch

ordered, “If you have nothing else,

no movement. She calmly placed the gift box she had brought onto the table and whispered to old Mr. Foley, “Old Mr. Foley, these

upon hearing this, didn’t even spare a glance at the gift she brought. He exhaled a breath, a hint of disdain in his nasal voice. “Heh, no need. How can I deserve Miss Berry’s cod liver oil? I’d rather enjoy the congee Cheyenne arranged for me, light and good for

no respect to Abbie, leaving her dryly laughing, unable to refute

she let two drops fall, wiping them away with the back of her hand, presenting herself as a potential actress. Tears could fall whenever

it because of Miss Lawrence that you

blew on his graying beard, and grunted, “You, little girl, with such thick skin. I just don’t like it, is

for a few years, and Corey felt

understand why his father

to help Abbie, Corey said, “Dad, she’s a guest. She came to visit you out of goodwill. Why

see me, or to see Kelvin. She knows it well. Forget it, I suddenly lose my appetite.

was about to get up from the

Cheyenne both stood up to assist him. However, old Mr. Foley disapprovingly pushed away Kelvin’s