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, as if what old Mr. Foley said

that car? If it got smashed, you should

Abbie’s aid. She had to turn to Emelia, who had warmly welcomed her just moments ago. However, Emelia was busy

well, it’s just five million, and

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

three hundred thousand. Even after buying the car, there would be about half of the money left. Abbie thought

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

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

have

her lips, displaying no movement. She calmly placed the gift box she had brought onto the table and whispered to old Mr. Foley, “Old Mr. Foley, these are high-end supplements specially brought by a friend of mine. Deep-sea cod

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

showed no respect to Abbie, leaving her dryly

in her eyes, she let two drops fall, wiping them away with the back of her hand, presenting herself as

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

his graying beard, and grunted, “You, little

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

his father always treated her with such

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

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

he was about to get up from the table,

old Mr. Foley disapprovingly pushed away Kelvin’s