She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 358: Miss Berry Is the Executioner It was Monday morning at 9 o'clock, right when it was tto start work, at the Foley Group.

Employees dressed in black and white professional suits crowded into the elevator, chatting and gossiping among themselves. Small groups of three or five huddled together, discussing the latest rumors they had heard.

One female employee reached out and nudged her colleague who was busy checking herself in a small mirror. She leaned closer and whispered in her ear, 'Hey, have you heard?' 'Heard what?' The female colleague looked at herself in the mirror, smiled self-assuredly, and dabbed her lips, making her lipstick even darker.

'You don't know? The company released an announcement this morning, and they've removed Director Berry from her position.' Director Berry? Wasn't she the new hire? She was just a junior supervisor in the HR department. But the mere amount of shares she held was enough for the regular employees to admire for a lifetime. Envy wouldn't get them anywhere.

Hearing the two women discussing the topic, others in the elevator beccurious and joined in the conversation.

'I heard that Miss Berry caused Mr. Foley's former wife to have a miscarriage, which is why Mr. Foley broke up with her after finding out the truth.' 'Is it true? I've met Mr. Foley's ex-wife before, a young and lovely girl. It's really quite pitiful.' 'The most pitiful is the child, just discovered and gone. It's surprising, isn't it? The gentle and elegant Miss Berry turned out to be an executioner!' 'Hey, do you think Mr. Foley will choose Miss Berry or his ex-wife? I guess it'll be Miss Berry. I heard they had a ten-year childhood friendship, and having another child is easy.' 'I'm not so sure about that. They just announced this morning that they're stripping Miss Berry of all her positions in the company. I bet the next step is to buy out her shares!' 'No way?' The numbers turned red just as the elevator doors opened, and the sudden appearance of a figure in white startled everyone. The two female employees who had been discussing earlier abruptly stopped talking, nearly biting their tongues.

'Miss Berry, good... good morning,' one of them stammered.

The woman before them was Abbie. She appeared pale and haggard, with heavy dark circles under her eyes that even a thick layer of foundation couldn't hide. Her sharp gaze swept over them, and she spoke arrogantly, 'It seems like sof you have too little work to do.' 'Miss Berry, we... we...' Oh no, did she actually overhear us? Abbie was still a shareholder, and if she reported this to their superiors, they would be the ones at a disadvantage.

Abbie left with a grim expression, wearing high heels. She chose another elevator.

As soon as she reached her office, she angrily slammed her LV leather bag on her desk, leaning on the tabletop with her hands. A silent tear fell onto the black surface, making the color appear much darker than the surrounding area.

In her mind, the voices of those two women mocking her were echoing loudly. 'Next, they're probably going to buy out her shares.' No! That couldn't be true. How could Kelvin be so heartless? Regardless of everything, the shares she held were the only connection left between her and Kelvin. She couldn't sell her ownership! After making this firm promise to herself, someone knocked on the office door.

'Cin!' Abbie wiped away her tears, not wanting to show her vulnerability.

It was Chris who entered.

He held a white folder in his hand and was followed by a middle-aged, slightly overweight man with silver- rimmed glasses, exuding an air of shrewd sophistication.

'Mr. Richards? Why are you here so early in the morning?' Abbie asked in surprise, casting a suspicious glance at the middle-aged man.

Chris handed the folder to her, his handsface devoid of emotion as he declared, 'Miss Berry, these are the equity purchase contract and transfer documents. Take a look.' She took a step back in panic, accidentally knocking into a chair at her desk and nearly stumbling, but she managed to catch herself in time.

Taking a deep breath, she forced a smile and said, 'Mr. Richards, you... you must be joking, right?' She had just retrieved the shares from her uncle less than a month ago, and now they wanted her to transfer them back to the Foley family? This was no laughing matter.

Chris had found Abbie unlikable from the moment he first laid eyes on her. He had witnessed her feigning vulnerability in front of Mr. Foley multiple times, and he despised people with such deep-seated cunning.

Having worked alongside Kelvin for many years, Chris had developed a cold and unfeeling demeanor. He sternly said, 'Miss Berry, I'm not joking. This is Mr. Foley's attorney, Mr. Welch. He'll explain the details of the equity transfer to you.' Mr. Welch stepped forward and extended his hand in a friendly manner, saying, 'Hello, Miss Berry. I've been entrusted by Mr. Foley to discuss the matter of equity transfer with you.' Rather than shaking Mr. Welch's hand, Abbie angrily picked up a penholder and sdocuments from her desk and hurled them at both men. As she did, she made her way towards the door.

'Get out! I won't transfer anything, and you're trying to deceive me. I want to see Kelvin. Move aside!'

Mr. Welch had encountered many difficult clients in his years of practice, so he could tolerate Abbie's ve behavior to sextent. After all, completing this task would earn him a reward of three million from Mr.

Foley. Abbie stormed into Kelvin's office without hesitation. She pushed the door open and looked inside, only to find his seat empty.

Where was he? Meanwhile, at the Lawrence Villa, footsteps could be heard upstairs. Cheyenne couldn't help but smile as she watched Iker attempt to walk again.

Having been paralyzed for three years, regaining the ability to walk normally was a challenging task. He had already managed to take about a hundred steps on his own, a significant improvement from the previous day. However, he was still far from being able to walk effortlessly like before. His knees would ache when he bent them, and his body trembled as he struggled to maintain balance.

Cheyenne, sipping tea, watched his efforts with a hint of worry in her delicate expression. She scolded him gently, Are you a fool? You can't rush ΕΠ things. Just because you've stood up doesn't mean you can run around. Haste makes waste, and you'll only strain your leg muscles more.' Iker licked his parched lips, beads of sweat forming on his handsome, masculine face. Despite the sweat, he exuded a sexy, masculine charm.

She knew he was eager to stand up and prove himself to those who had once bullied him, but this was not something that could be rushed. Cheyenne gently helped him back to the sofa.

'Miss Lawrence, I know I made a mistake. I'm sorry for making you worry,' Iker said, looking at her with gratitude.

'I wasn't worried about you; I was worried you'd ruin my reputation!' m Cheyenne replied with @teasing! smile. Anyway, he was her patient. As a doctor, she couldn't stand to see her patients doing harm to themselves. X