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

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

turn to Emelia, who had warmly welcomed her just moments ago. However, Emelia was busy inspecting her manicured nails, showing no

five million, and

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

fully-equipped Porsche Cayenne costs around two million three hundred thousand. Even after buying the car, there would be about half of the

house in Yrose, much smaller than an average house. Even the square

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

have nothing else, you can

her 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

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

showed no respect to Abbie, leaving her dryly

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

Foley, is it because of Miss Lawrence that you

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

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

his father always treated her with such

said, “Dad, she’s a guest. She came to visit you out of goodwill. Why are you speaking

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

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

up to assist him. However, old