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.

her clear eyes serene, as if what old Mr. Foley said

car?

aid. She had to turn to Emelia, who had warmly welcomed her just moments ago. However, Emelia was

million, and she can afford

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 you,

about half of the money left. Abbie thought she

than an average house. Even the square footage couldn’t compare, and it was an old

for Cheyenne, Abbie’s self-insulting words made his lips twitch

you have nothing else, you

she had brought onto the table and whispered to old Mr. Foley, “Old Mr. Foley, these are high-end supplements specially brought by a friend of mine. Deep-sea cod liver oil, good

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 arranged for me, light and

her dryly laughing, unable to refute or

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

is it because of Miss Lawrence that you dislike me?”

on his graying beard, and grunted, “You, little girl, with such thick skin. I

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

father always

a guest. She came to visit you out of goodwill. Why

it well. Forget it, I suddenly lose my appetite. Cheyenne, help me upstairs,

this, he was about to get up from the table, still

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