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

you drive that car? If it got smashed,

had warmly welcomed her just moments ago. However,

it’s just five million, and she can

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 you,

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

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

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

ordered, “If you have nothing else, you

movement. She calmly placed the gift box she had brought onto the table and whispered to old Mr.

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

to Abbie, leaving her dryly laughing, unable

tears welling up in her eyes, she let two drops fall, wiping them away with the back of her hand, presenting herself

because of Miss Lawrence that you dislike me?” she asked, her

stared, blew on his graying beard, and grunted, “You, little girl, with such thick

mansion for a few years, and Corey felt that Abbie was well-behaved,

father always

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

She knows it well. Forget it,

get up from the table, still having not finished

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