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.

supporting her chin with one hand, her clear eyes serene,

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

time, not coming to Abbie’s aid. She had to turn to Emelia, who had warmly welcomed her just

five million,

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

car, there would be about half of

than an average house.

for Cheyenne, Abbie’s self-insulting words made

ordered, “If you have

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

his nasal voice.

to Abbie, leaving her dryly laughing, unable

drops fall, wiping them away with the

Miss Lawrence that you dislike

and grunted, “You, little girl, with such

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

understand why his father

She came to

it well. Forget it, I suddenly lose my appetite. Cheyenne, help me upstairs, let’s have

about to get up from the table, still having not finished

However, old Mr. Foley disapprovingly pushed away