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.

one hand, her clear eyes serene,

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

remained silent this time, not coming to Abbie’s aid. She had to turn to Emelia, who had warmly welcomed her just moments ago. However, Emelia was busy inspecting her

just five million, and she can

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

Even after buying the car, there would be about half of the money left. Abbie thought she was being “generous” by giving the rest to Cheyenne. After all,

ailing grandfather supposedly lived in a very old house in Yrose, much smaller than an average house. Even the square footage couldn’t compare, and

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

you have nothing else, you can

table and whispered to old Mr. Foley, “Old Mr. Foley, these are

upon hearing this, didn’t even spare a glance 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 Cheyenne arranged

to Abbie, leaving her dryly laughing, unable to refute

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

Lawrence that you

grunted, “You, little girl, with such thick skin. I just

Corey felt that Abbie was well-behaved, understanding, and excellent

his father always

help Abbie, Corey said, “Dad, she’s a guest. She came to

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

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

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