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.

hand, her clear eyes serene, as if what

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

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 manicured

it’s just five million,

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

after buying the car, there would be about half of the money left. Abbie thought she was being “generous” by

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

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

he ordered, “If you have

to old Mr. Foley, “Old Mr. Foley,

disdain in his nasal voice. “Heh, no need. How can I deserve Miss Berry’s cod liver oil? I’d rather enjoy

no respect to Abbie, leaving her dryly laughing, unable to refute or dare

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

is it because of Miss Lawrence that you dislike me?” she asked,

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

lived in the Foley mansion for a few years, and Corey felt that Abbie was well-behaved,

his father always treated her

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

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

to get up from the table, still having

up to assist him. However, old Mr.

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