She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 546 Miss Lawrence, Please Scan the Code

After listening, Cheyenne teasingly raised an eyebrow at him, parting her red lips to speak.

"It seems Master Sam has seen many women's feet. Without abundant experience, it would be impossible to achieve this effect." "Miss Lawrence, always the joker," he replied.

He could count the women he knew with one hand, and among them, she was the only one who had left a deep impression on him. The driver returned soon after to buy the shoes. He hurried through the wind and rain, carrying a white handbag in his hand.

Opening the car door, he respectfully handed the handbag to Sam.

"Master Sam, Miss Lawrence, the shoes have been purchased. Since I didn't know what Miss Lawrence likes, I bought a pair at random."

Cheyenne smiled at him, "It's okay, I'm not picky. Your name is Jeremy? That's a good name. Your parents must have hoped you'd have an easy life, ha-ha."

The oppressive atmosphere in the car transformed into cheerful banter upon Miss Lawrence's arrival. This round of teasing caused the driver to blush and retreat to his place.

Miss Lawrence was different from those aloof and haughty socialite daughters; her affability and charm were just right, never evoking aversion.

No wonder Master Sam thought so highly of her.

Sam took the handbag and casually said, "Thank you" as he opened the box to reveal a pair of white flat shoes that happened to be the perfect size.

"You have an injury on your foot, not suitable for wearing high heels. Please try this style, if it's not too much trouble."

So, the driver was sent specifically to buy the flat shoes because he had noticed her injury.

Master Sam was indeed meticulous and gentle.

She found herself feeling guilty for inwardly criticizing him as a hypocritical gentleman.

used to love wearing flat shoes too. They're comfortable and easy." As she spoke, she bent down to remove her high heels, and at that moment,

and slender insteps led to round and adorable toe nails painted in bright

contrast between the white and striking red was enough to pique a man's

to avert his eyes, when he suddenly noticed a red string on her

floral knot tied to a circular nail-sized deep green copper

Cheyenne's foot firmly, the icy coldness spreading through his palm

chill ran through

the red string on her foot, as

unfamiliar man in such an oddly close manner made her

talk big, but when it came down to it, she could run as fast as anyone

she spoke with a trembling and awkward tone, "Master Sam, what are you trying to do? I am a proper, well-bred young lady." As she spoke, Sam

was a bit intimate, and a slight blush appeared on his

bowed, "I'm sorry, Miss Lawrence. I was just curious about

piece to the one on

that this was a family heirloom. Why would Cheyenne have

Could it be...

he smiled discreetly.

necklace on her foot, Cheyenne

and her eyes dimmed instantly. She explained, "This is an heirloom left by my mother. My grandfather said he didn't know where it came from. Before my mother passed away, she held this small copper piece in her hand, and she put it in my cradle before she passed away, without any

and only vaguely knew that this copper piece should be a

Cheyenne cherished this copper

much. She was

tied it up with

it on

it off except when