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.

too. They're comfortable and easy." As she spoke, she bent down to remove her high heels, and at that

to round and adorable toe nails painted in bright red,

white and striking red was enough

eyes, when he suddenly noticed a red string

tied to a circular nail-sized deep green copper piece, adorned

abruptly reached out and grasped Cheyenne's foot firmly, the icy coldness

ran through

on the red string on her foot, as

unfamiliar man in such an oddly close manner made her

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

was a bit intimate, and a slight blush

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

piece to

this was a family heirloom. Why would Cheyenne have it

Could it be...

and he smiled discreetly.

necklace on her foot, Cheyenne

"This is an heirloom left by my mother. My grandfather said he didn't know where it came from. Before my mother passed

vaguely knew that this copper piece

Cheyenne cherished this copper

much. She

tied it up with

it on her foot.

took it off except when