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.

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

Foley instructed, “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 intention of

just five million, and

sorry. That car… I was just joking with you. Take this money. After all, you’re not

fully-equipped Porsche Cayenne costs around two million three hundred thousand. Even after buying the car, there would be about half of the money left. Abbie thought she was being “generous” by giving

her ailing grandfather supposedly lived in a very old house in Yrose, much smaller than an average house.

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

ordered, “If you have nothing else,

old Mr.

even spare a glance at the gift she brought. He exhaled a breath, a hint of disdain in his nasal voice. “Heh, no

respect to Abbie, leaving her dryly laughing,

with the

it because of Miss Lawrence

little girl, with

in the Foley mansion for a few years, and Corey felt that Abbie

understand why his father always treated

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

see me, or to see Kelvin. She knows it well. Forget it, I suddenly lose my appetite.

from the table, still having not finished the

However, old Mr. Foley disapprovingly