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.

clear eyes serene, as if what old Mr. Foley said was

drive that car? If

aid. She had to turn to Emelia, who had warmly welcomed her just moments ago. However, Emelia was busy inspecting her manicured nails, showing

five million, and she

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

Porsche Cayenne costs around two million three hundred thousand. Even after buying the car, there would be about half of the money left. Abbie thought she was

in a very old house in Yrose, much smaller than an

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

have nothing else,

box she had brought onto the table and whispered to old Mr. Foley, “Old Mr. Foley, these are high-end supplements specially

Foley, upon hearing this, didn’t even spare a glance at the gift she brought. He exhaled a breath, a hint of disdain in his nasal voice. “Heh, no need. How can I deserve Miss

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

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

Miss Lawrence that you dislike me?” she

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

had lived in the Foley mansion for a few years, and Corey felt that Abbie was well-behaved, understanding, and excellent in everything except for her

father always treated her with

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

me, or to see Kelvin. She knows it well. Forget it, I suddenly

to get up from the table, still having not

and Cheyenne both stood up to assist him. However, old Mr. Foley disapprovingly pushed away Kelvin’s hand, expressing