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.
Cheyenne, however, remained calm, supporting her chin with one hand, her clear eyes serene, as if what old Mr. Foley said was perfectly reasonable.
Frowning, old Mr. Foley instructed, "What? Didn't you drive that car? If it got smashed, you should be the one to compensate!"
Kelvin remained silent 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 nails, showing no intention of speaking up for her.
Oh well, it's just five million, and she can afford it!
"Miss Lawrence, I'm truly sorry. That car... I was just joking with you. Take this money. After all, you're not the same as before. Consider the remaining money as my sponsorship for you, Miss Lawrence."
A fully-equipped 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 being "generous" by giving the rest to Cheyenne. After all, she was poor, right?
Cheyenne and her ailing grandfather supposedly 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 five million?
Kelvin, even if he didn't want to speak up for Cheyenne, Abbie's self-insulting words made his lips twitch slightly.
Coldly, he ordered, "If you have nothing else, you can leave."
Abbie licked 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 liver oil, good for your health."
Old Mr. 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 Berry's cod liver oil? I'd rather enjoy the congee Cheyenne arranged for me, light and good for health."
He showed no respect to Abbie, leaving her dryly laughing, unable to refute or dare to refute.
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