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 nis 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.

Cheyenne eagerly accepted 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 moment, Sam also caught sight of her pretty feet. Her slender ankles and well-proportioned bones.

Fair and slender insteps led to round and adorable toe nails painted in bright red, flawless like a perfectly carved jade.

The extrcontrast between the white and striking red was enough to pique a man's interest.

His gaze flickered for a moment, ready to avert his eyes, when he suddenly noticed a red string on her foot.

A floral knot tied to a circular nail-sized deep green copper piece, adorned with intricate antique patterns.

He abruptly reached out and grasped Cheyenne's foot firmly, the icy coldness spreading through his palm to her skin.

A chill ran through her.

Sam's gaze was fixed on the red string on her foot, as if he wanted to see through it.

Being touched by an unfamiliar man in such an oddly close manner made her feel uncomfortable.

Cheyenne might talk big, but when it cdown to it, she could run as fast as anyone else.

Her smile froze on 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, Sam also realized his own rudeness.

Coming to his senses, he noticed that his current position with Cheyenne was a bit intimate, and a slight blush appeared on his handsface.

He quickly released her hand and bowed, "I'm sorry, Miss Lawrence. I was just curious about the chain on your foot." He had a similar copper piece to the one on Cheyenne's foot.

But what puzzled him more was that this was a family heirloom. Why would Cheyenne have it too? Could it be...

Sam's eyes narrowed, and he smiled discreetly. He beceven more curious about Cheyenne.

Upon hearing him mention the necklace on her foot, Cheyenne casually replied, "Oh." She furrowed her delicate eyebrows, and her eyes dimmed instantly. She explained, "This is an heirloom left by my mother. My grandfather said he didn't know where it cfrom. 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 unnecessary last words." Later, Layne also researched a lot and only vaguely knew that this copper piece should be a craftsmanship item from AD1000.

Cheyenne cherished this copper piece very much. She was afraid of losing it, so she tied it up with a red string and wore it on her foot. She never took it off except when bathing.

"Master Sam, why do you seem to be familiar with it?" Earlier, Master Sam's eyes lit up briefly when he saw this necklace, clearly surprised by her ankle chain.

Sam quickly averted his gaze and pretended to look puzzled. He casually said, "Miss Lawrence, you are overthinking. I just find it unique and beautiful." "I heard that Master Sam grew up abroad?" She had heard Kelvin mention it. Sam and Kelvin met while studying abroad, and they had a good relationship, so they becfriends.

As for the other friend, Kelvin never mentioned him and didn't have his picture.

"Yes, I lived in Nastary until I was sixteen." Those days were the darkest tin his life and the initial experience that made him a stronger person.

When Sam mentioned this, his expression darkened a bit. Seeing that he was not in a good mood, Cheyenne jokingly changed the subject. "The sunlight there is strong. Why is Master Sam still so fair?" Her focus was indeed peculiar.

Sam hesitated for a moment, then boasted in a somewhat sophisticated manner, "Naturally sun proof. There's ve nothing can do about it." Upon hearing this, Cheyenne said, "If you say that to others, many people would want to hit you." Sam dropped her off at the hospital entrance.

As she got out of the car, Cheyenne suddenly turned back and asked him how much the shoes were, so she could repay him.

The price on the receipt was over three thousand, but she couldn't remember the exact amount after that.

To her surprise, the usually generous Master Sam took out his phonem opened the Paypal OR code, and looked at her seriously. "Miss Lawrence, please scan the code."