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.

bent down to remove her high heels, and at that moment, Sam also caught sight of her pretty feet. Her

and adorable toe nails painted

the white and striking red

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

circular nail-sized deep green copper piece, adorned with

and grasped Cheyenne's foot firmly, the icy coldness spreading

ran

on the red string on her foot, as

unfamiliar man in such an oddly close

it came down to it, she could

her face, and 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,

Cheyenne was a bit intimate, and a slight blush

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

had a similar copper piece to the one on Cheyenne's

that this was a family heirloom. Why

Could it be...

narrowed, and he smiled discreetly. He became even more curious about

mention the necklace on her

said he didn't know where it came from. Before my mother passed away, she held this small copper piece in

vaguely knew that this copper piece should be a craftsmanship item

Cheyenne cherished this copper

very much. She was afraid

tied it up with

and wore it

off