She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 545: How Did You Know My Shoe Size?

The next day, Omari's first day away.

Early in the morning, the sky was filled with thick dark clouds, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts, making it hard to breathe. The air was humid and hot, and even breathing became a laborious task.

Suddenly, a loud thunder roared from the distance, and a serpentine lightning tore through the sky, breaking through the thick cloud cover. A golden beam of light pierced through, becoming the only shining ray in this endless darkness, creating the most beautiful scenery.

A light drizzle started to fall, dissipating the intense heat and bringing a hint of coolness. On the street, a slender figure dressed in black caught the man's eyes like a graceful and lively sparrow. Cheyenne wore a black body-hugging dress, her long hair pulled back into a high ponytail, and she walked on the street wearing black high-heeled shoes, holding a long-handled transparent umbrella. When she stepped on the puddles, she lifted her skirt with one hand, lightly stepping over with agile and swaying hips.

The wide road was congested with traffic due to the rain. Long queues had formed, but strangely enough, not a single driver honked their horn to rush the traffic.

Only the sound of rain falling could be heard.

A black, elongated Lincoln parked on the road, its specially designed windows preventing people outside from seeing the scene inside the car. However, the man inside could easily see Cheyenne's silhouette.

He propped his chin with one hand, and in his narrow deep-set eyes, a dark figure reflected. Raising his attractive lips, he watched Cheyenne as she walked on the sidewalk.

About a hundred meters behind her, a black figure quietly followed. The woman wore a black baseball cap, and her ordinary black sportswear couldn't conceal her tall and beautiful figure.

He stared for a while, and when Cheyenne turned left at the intersection, the woman also turned left, following Cheyenne along.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

From the way the woman walked, Sam soon noticed something unusual.

She was undoubtedly a martial arts expert.

If he didn't misjudge, the woman was clearly the long-lost martial artist.

Sam lowered his head, his deep-set eyes curved slightly. Has someone else taken an interest in the prey he had chosen?

Cheyenne walked too fast and didn't pay attention to the ground. Inattentively, her high heels got stuck in a crack and couldn't be pulled out no matter how hard she tried.

She frowned and her delicate eyebrows wrinkled as her red lips curled in a self-deprecating smile. How could such an embarrassing thing happen?

People passing by cast curious glances, and a few bold and sleazy men on the other side of the road watched from a distance. Eager to try their luck, they wanted to approach, but for some reason, they hesitated and didn't make a move.

Cheyenne bent down, kicked her foot forward with force, and managed to pull out the heel, but it was completely ruined.

The high heels instantly turned into flats.

One high and one low shoe, making it impossible to walk properly.

If it were a sunny day, Cheyenne could have taken off her shoes and walked barefoot.

But today it was raining, and the ground was wet and damp all around.

As she mulled over her options, a luxury car pulled up to the curb.

The window rolled down, revealing Sam's strikingly handsome and charming face in front of her.

He gave her a warm smile and spoke softly, "Miss Lawrence, what a coincidence. Running into you again. You seem to be in a bit of a fix. Need a ride?"

Cheyenne was surprised to see him and raised an eyebrow, replying, "Sure, I'd appreciate that, Master Sam."

Did he expect her to be too embarrassed to accept? She was not that kind of person.

Sam got out of the car himself, with

his chauffeur following closely

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behind him. Opening a black umbrella, he personally offered his hand to assist Miss Lawrence.

The chauffeur was astonished. This was truly a first!

Cheyenne didn't consider herself all that "lucky."

She reached out her hand and placed it in Sam's palm, letting him lead her like a little lamb, skipping towards the luxury car.

During this, the chauffeur tilted the umbrella towards Master Sam, while the considerate Sam had him angle it towards Cheyenne.

His own shoulder ended up getting slightly wet from the rain, with a small patch on the shoulder of his white suit turning a varying shade of damp.

"Master Sam, your clothes," the chauffeur reminded him, as there was an important meeting to attend later, and it wouldn't look good to show up in wet attire.

Sam, indifferent, insisted on the principle of ladies first, glancing at his clothes with a faint smile.

Presenting himself as a caring gentleman, he said, "I'm fine. It's only that Miss Lawrence, being a delicate lady, shouldn't catch a cold."

His gentle action, paired with his charming appearance, might have led Cheyenne to be mesmerized by his enchanting smile if she hadn't still been cautious towards him due to their previous encounter over borrowing the Bible.

"Master Sam, thank you. But I'm okay. You should take cover too," she said.

"Sure." He indeed shifted closer to block most of the wind and rain with his tall, sturdy frame.

It was a sight that would make onlookers envious.

They got into the car. His gaze naturally settled on Cheyenne's feet as he gently asked, "Are your feet alright?"

Cheyenne gritted her teeth and

shook her head. She wasn't one of

those overly delicate rich girls. A

little seraped skin was nothing to her, she was used to far worse injuries.

She cared more about her shoes than the injury on her foot and lamented, "It's nothing, just a shame about my new heels."

"That's easily fixed. Jeremy, you can go buy Miss Lawrence a pair of shoes, size 6," he said.

As he finished speaking, Cheyenne looked at him with some surprise, her red lips slightly apart, revealing her pearly white teeth. Her adorable look of surprise made Sam smile lightly.

"How did you know my shoe size?"

The man elegantly sat there, and for the first time, a touch of a "praise me" smug smile appeared on his handsome face.

"It's simple. I just take one look, and I know."