She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 350: Failure

The library’s second floor was quite spacious, filled with rows of antique bookshelves carrying various books. Several landscape paintings and calligraphy works adorned the walls, with one of them being a genuine piece signed by the Chambers family head.

Cheyenne glanced around and marveled at the true value of these paintings, each costing several million. Truly fitting for Akloit’s largest private library.

Bathed in the bright and gentle morning light, she strolled through this sea of books. Her eyes scanned the Latin section until she finally found the shelf holding the Bible.

Cheyenne joyfully snapped her fingers, ready to grab that copy of the Bible. However, the shelf was estimated to be around two meters high, and even standing on tiptoes with raised arms, she couldn’t reach the book.

Glancing around and finding no stools, she reluctantly left her bookmark on the shelf and attempted to jump for the book. However, every attempt just grazed the corner of the book.

After several jumps, her face flushed with exertion, looking like a lively and adorable cartoon character.

Sam hadn’t expected anyone to be reading books at this hour; he thought he was early. Seeing Cheyenne, looking frustrated with her pouted lips and delicate, slightly puffy face, he couldn’t help but smile. With confident strides, he approached.

Cheyenne was about to try again, an arm suddenly reached over her head, effortlessly picking up the Bible. A clear and gentle voice, like a stream under the moon, sounded

and was met with a clear and elegant face, illuminated by the perfect sunlight. His eyes, partially hidden by long and thick

they didn’t make direct contact, Cheyenne felt a warmth penetrating through layers of fabric onto her

in the morning. However, at this moment, she felt unusually warm. She quickly stepped out from under his arm, maintaining a distance of

Much better.

taken the book down, casually glancing at it. A faint smile appeared in his eyes as he casually remarked, ‘Miss Lawrence, I didn’t expect you to be interested in the

just browsing, this version is okay. In fact, the translation of Chapter 11, Verse

voice was extremely pleasant, and his pronunciation was the purest Briyran English. To a connoisseur of voices like Cheyenne, her ears perked up at the

and the Watch Tower Bible

a teasing tone into her words. ‘Lend? Shouldn’t it be

apologetically. ‘I’m sorry, Miss Lawrence. The Bible is a matter of faith for every Christian; I can’t simply give it

She touched her delicate nose, clearing her throat. ‘Well… Master Sam, don’t take

his long legs took a step forward, forcing her to step back. Her back

Sam, with an unusually serious gaze, teased her. ‘Miss Lawrence,

was her turn to be dumbfounded. She furrowed her eyebrows in thought and hesitated before finally speaking, ‘I’m quite broke. How about… I treat you to a cup of bubble tea, Master Sam?’ She had expected him, a sophisticated figure in high society, to only drink coffee or

reading to fulfill her end of the bargain. After all, she