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.

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

Foley instructed, “What? Didn’t you drive that car? If it got smashed, you should be

to Abbie’s aid. She had to turn to Emelia, who had warmly welcomed her just moments ago. However, Emelia was busy inspecting her

well, it’s just five million, and she can afford

truly sorry. That car… I was just joking with you. Take this money. After all, you’re not the same as before. Consider

there would be about half of the money left. Abbie thought she was being “generous” by giving the rest

ailing grandfather supposedly lived in a very old house in Yrose, much smaller than an average

even if he didn’t want to speak up for Cheyenne, Abbie’s self-insulting words

have

lips, displaying no movement. She calmly placed the gift box she had brought onto the table and whispered to old Mr. Foley, “Old Mr. Foley, these are high-end supplements specially brought by a friend of mine. Deep-sea

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

Abbie, leaving her dryly laughing, unable to refute

she let two drops fall, wiping them away with the back of her hand,

is it because of Miss Lawrence that you dislike

little girl, with such thick

had lived in the Foley mansion for a few years, and Corey felt that Abbie was

father always

she’s a guest. She came

see Kelvin. She knows it well. Forget it, I suddenly lose my appetite. Cheyenne, help me upstairs,

up from the table, still

assist him. However, old Mr. Foley disapprovingly pushed away Kelvin’s hand, expressing