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, as if what old Mr. Foley said

Didn’t you drive that car? If it got

not coming to Abbie’s aid. She had to turn to Emelia, who had warmly welcomed her just moments ago. However,

well, it’s just five million,

After all, you’re not the same as before. Consider the remaining money as my sponsorship for you, Miss

Porsche Cayenne costs around two million three hundred thousand. Even after buying the car, there would be about half of the

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

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

“If you have nothing else,

and whispered to old Mr. Foley,

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

showed no respect to Abbie, leaving her dryly laughing, unable

them away with the back of her hand, presenting herself

Miss Lawrence that you dislike me?”

little girl, with such thick skin. I just don’t like it, is

few years, and Corey felt

his father always treated her with such

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

it well. Forget it, I

get up from the table,

him. However, old Mr.