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

drive that car? If

Abbie’s aid. She had to turn to Emelia, who had warmly welcomed her

well, it’s just five million, and she can

After all, you’re not

there would be about half of

an average house. Even the square footage couldn’t compare, and it was an

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

ordered, “If you have

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

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

leaving her dryly laughing,

the back of

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

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

lived in the Foley mansion for a few years, and Corey felt

didn’t understand why his father always treated

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

She knows it well. Forget it,

get up from the table, still

him. However, old Mr. Foley