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.

one hand, her clear eyes serene, as if what old Mr.

drive that car? If it got smashed, you should be

welcomed her just moments ago. However, Emelia was busy inspecting her manicured nails, showing

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

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. Consider the remaining money as my sponsorship for

thousand. Even after buying the car, there would be about half of the money left. Abbie thought she was being “generous”

than an average house.

didn’t want to speak up for Cheyenne,

have nothing else, you can

old Mr. Foley, “Old Mr. Foley, these are high-end

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

dryly laughing, unable to refute or

let two drops fall, wiping them away with the back of her hand, presenting herself as a

is it because of Miss Lawrence that you dislike

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

years, and Corey felt that Abbie was well-behaved, understanding, and

his father always treated her

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

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

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

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