She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 349: Send Textbooks

Cheyenne interrupted him with a disdainful expression, ‘What’s there to be shy about? First, let’s see what’s written on the paper.’

Her calm response irritated Iker, causing a hint of frustration. As a girl, how could she not show any reaction?

Though frustrated, he knew what they should be focused on now. He shifted his gaze on the paper. On the yellowed sheet, a string of Latin text was written. Cheyenne let out a light chuckle. Her rosy lips parted, and she exhaled like a breeze, ‘Aidan, a money demon, Mammon. And ‘Mr. K’ seems to be of a higher rank.’ Iker nodded in agreement. ‘Asmodeus.’

The king of demons, representing the sin of lust!

The two hadn’t expected that the owner behind Soar Casino would turn out to be a Bible enthusiast. They exchanged a smile.

Meanwhile, the other three in the living room wore expressions of utter confusion.

Monkey, being the youngest, couldn’t contain his curiosity and asked, ‘Dominic, what are Cheyenne and Master Iker talking about? Why can’t I understand?’

Dominic, leaning on his chin, gave him a disdainful look, reminiscent of Cheyenne’s earlier aloof demeanor.

Taking on the role of an elder, he patted Monkey’s shoulder with a heavy tone, ‘I told you to study well, don’t sleep in class, go home and do your homework honestly. You just don’t listen.’ Monkey lowered his head in acknowledgment. ‘Yes, yes, yes, Dominic. I will definitely follow your orders, study hard, and strive to become a criminal talent with high intelligence in the future.’ ‘Well, I will send you a set of practice books when we’re back.’

‘So, Dominic, what did they say?’

Dominic hesitated, silent for a moment, then flashed a grin, ‘Actually, I don’t know.’

Damn it, he didn’t remember ever seeing this stuff in his textbooks!

speechless. Seriously, you dare tell others to

from the table, Cheyenne prepared

next day, the weather was clear, with a soft golden sunlight breaking through the clouds and shining on the earth. The fountain in the yard sparkled with tiny

and held a

use less; be careful not to overfeed

slowly. She wore a white shirt with a butterfly collar, paired with a black skirt. Loose waves of long curls flowed down her back, tied with a large

dressed up, Layne raised his lips,

usual routine, she shouldn’t be up yet. Why was she suddenly so

brown bucket bag, swung it over her shoulder and nodded,

‘What?’

it wrong,

to read? It’s like the sun rising from the west. Cheyenne,

planned

that she might be falling for Omari. Maybe he should

have such a deep-rooted impression of her being ‘academically challenged.’ Her

won’t be back for lunch. Grandpa, make sure Master Iker takes the last day’s

acupuncture. After today, Iker could try standing up, but they needed to go to Onistead as

wanted to refuse. He had a small gathering with friends scheduled for

early, after all, the acupuncture part is better handled

‘Okay.’

located near the Akloit

was the largest private bookstore in Akloit, with an elegant decoration, free air conditioning, and water. It housed over

behind the cash register happily brewed a pot of tea, opened the Akloit Morning News, and leisurely sat down to read. Suddenly, a petite and slender figure pushed open the door and dropped a hundred dollar bill on the counter without saying a word. Her voice was soft and clear, with a

up drinking the scalding tea before it