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.

with one hand, her clear eyes serene,

drive that car?

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

well, it’s just five million, and she

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

of the money left. Abbie thought she was being “generous” by giving

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

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

“If you have nothing

table and whispered to old Mr.

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

to Abbie, leaving her dryly

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

because of Miss Lawrence that you

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

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

why his father always treated her with such

to help Abbie, Corey said, “Dad, she’s a guest. She came to visit you out of goodwill.

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

from the table, still having not

both stood up to assist him. However, old Mr.