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

car? If it got smashed, you should be the

aid. She had to turn to Emelia, who had warmly welcomed her just

million,

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

be about half of the money left. Abbie thought she was being “generous” by giving the rest

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

for Cheyenne,

“If you have

table and whispered to old Mr. Foley, “Old Mr. Foley, these are high-end supplements specially brought by

in his nasal voice. “Heh, no need. How can

leaving her dryly laughing,

fall, wiping them away with the back of

Mr. Foley, is it because of Miss Lawrence that you dislike me?” she asked, her

Foley stared, blew on his graying beard, and grunted, “You, little girl, with such thick skin.

a few years, and Corey felt that Abbie was well-behaved, understanding,

understand why his father always treated her with

She came to visit you out of goodwill. Why are you

She knows it well. Forget it, I suddenly lose my

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

him. However, old Mr.