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.

however, remained calm, supporting her chin with one hand, her clear eyes serene, as if what old Mr.

Mr. Foley instructed, “What? Didn’t you drive that car? If it

to Abbie’s aid. She had to turn to Emelia, who had warmly welcomed

five million,

with you. Take this money. After all, you’re not the

the car, there would be about half of the money left. Abbie thought she was being

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

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

he ordered, “If you have nothing else,

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 brought by a friend of mine. Deep-sea cod liver

she brought. He exhaled a breath, a hint of disdain in his nasal voice. “Heh, no need. How can I deserve Miss Berry’s cod liver

showed no respect to Abbie, leaving her dryly laughing, unable to

with the back of her

Lawrence

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

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

didn’t understand why his father

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

was about to get up from the table, still having

him. However, old Mr. Foley disapprovingly pushed