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.

the shoes, "It's okay, I 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

adorable toe nails

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

moment, ready to avert his eyes, when he suddenly

knot tied to a circular nail-sized deep green copper

the

ran

red string on her foot, as if he

unfamiliar man in such an oddly close manner made her

it came down to

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

he noticed that his current position with Cheyenne was a bit intimate, and a slight blush appeared on his

hand and bowed, "I'm sorry, Miss Lawrence. I

copper piece to the one on

what puzzled him more was that this was a family heirloom.

Could it be...

discreetly.

hearing him mention the necklace on her foot,

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

researched a lot and only vaguely knew that this copper piece should

Cheyenne cherished this copper

much. She was

tied it up with

it

it off except when