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.

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

drive that car? If it got

to Emelia, who had warmly welcomed her just moments ago. However, Emelia was busy inspecting her manicured nails, showing

it’s just five million, and

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

buying the car, there would be about half of the money left. Abbie thought

supposedly lived in a very old house in Yrose, much smaller than an average house. Even the square footage couldn’t compare,

to speak up for Cheyenne, Abbie’s self-insulting words made

ordered, “If you have nothing else,

had brought onto the table and whispered to old Mr. Foley, “Old

gift she brought. He exhaled a breath, a hint of disdain in his nasal voice. “Heh, no

to Abbie, leaving her dryly

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

because of Miss Lawrence that

little girl, with

mansion for a few years, and Corey felt that Abbie was well-behaved, understanding, and excellent in everything except for her poor

father always

a guest. She came to visit you

knows it well. Forget it,

get up from the table,

up to assist him. However, old Mr. Foley disapprovingly pushed away