She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 545: How Did You Know My Shoe Size?

The next day, Omari's first day away.

Early in the morning, the sky was filled with thick dark clouds, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts, making it hard to breathe. The air was humid and hot, and even breathing became a laborious task.

Suddenly, a loud thunder roared from the distance, and a serpentine lightning tore through the sky, breaking through the thick cloud cover. A golden beam of light pierced through, becoming the only shining ray in this endless darkness, creating the most beautiful scenery.

A light drizzle started to fall, dissipating the intense heat and bringing a hint of coolness. On the street, a slender figure dressed in black caught the man's eyes like a graceful and lively sparrow. Cheyenne wore a black body-hugging dress, her long hair pulled back into a high ponytail, and she walked on the street wearing black high-heeled shoes, holding a long-handled transparent umbrella. When she stepped on the puddles, she lifted her skirt with one hand, lightly stepping over with agile and swaying hips.

The wide road was congested with traffic due to the rain. Long queues had formed, but strangely enough, not a single driver honked their horn to rush the traffic.

Only the sound of rain falling could be heard.

A black, elongated Lincoln parked on the road, its specially designed windows preventing people outside from seeing the scene inside the car. However, the man inside could easily see Cheyenne's silhouette.

He propped his chin with one hand, and in his narrow deep-set eyes, a dark figure reflected. Raising his attractive lips, he watched Cheyenne as she walked on the sidewalk.

About a hundred meters behind her, a black figure quietly followed. The woman wore a black baseball cap, and her ordinary black sportswear couldn't conceal her tall and beautiful figure.

He stared for a while, and when Cheyenne turned left at the intersection, the woman also turned left, following Cheyenne along.

From the way the woman walked, Sam soon noticed something unusual.

She was undoubtedly a martial arts expert.

If he didn't misjudge, the woman was clearly the long-lost martial artist.

Sam lowered his head, his deep-set eyes curved slightly. Has someone else taken an interest in the prey he had chosen?

walked too fast and didn't pay attention to the ground. Inattentively, her high heels got stuck in a crack and couldn't be pulled out no matter

wrinkled as her red lips curled in a self-deprecating smile. How could such an

and sleazy men on the other side of the road watched from a distance. Eager to try their luck, they wanted to approach, but for some reason, they hesitated and didn't make

force, and managed to

high heels instantly

one low shoe, making it

day, Cheyenne could have

the ground was wet

options, a luxury car pulled up to the

Sam's strikingly handsome and charming face in

spoke softly, "Miss Lawrence, what a coincidence. Running into you again. You seem to be in a bit of a fix. Need a

an eyebrow, replying, "Sure, I'd appreciate that,

embarrassed to accept? She was not

of the car

his chauffeur following closely

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was astonished. This was truly

herself

placed it in Sam's palm, letting him

this, the chauffeur tilted the umbrella towards Master Sam, while the considerate Sam had him angle it towards

the rain, with a small patch on the shoulder

Sam, your clothes," the chauffeur reminded him, as there was an important meeting to attend later, and it

insisted on the principle of ladies first, glancing at his