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 Mr. Foley said was perfectly

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

warmly welcomed her just moments ago. However, Emelia was busy inspecting her manicured nails,

just five million, and

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

about half of the money left. Abbie thought she was being “generous” by giving the rest to Cheyenne. After all, she

much smaller than an average house. Even the square footage couldn’t compare,

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

you have nothing else, you can

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

at the gift 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 oil? I’d rather enjoy the congee

leaving her dryly laughing, unable

fall, wiping them away with the back of her hand, presenting herself as a potential actress. Tears

it because of Miss Lawrence

and grunted, “You, little girl, with such thick skin. I just don’t like it,

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

why his father always

she’s a guest. She came to visit you out of goodwill. Why are

knows it well. Forget it, I suddenly lose my appetite. Cheyenne, help me upstairs, let’s have

from

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