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.

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

by the perfect sunlight. His eyes, partially hidden by long and thick eyelashes that seemed dusted with golden powder, glistened with a

didn’t make direct contact, Cheyenne felt a warmth penetrating

and Cheyenne had checked the weather forecast before leaving. It indicated a cool and comfortable temperature of 17 to 19 degrees Celsius in the morning. However, at this moment, she felt unusually

Much better.

A faint smile appeared in his eyes as he casually remarked, ‘Miss Lawrence, I didn’t expect you

okay. In fact, the translation of Chapter 11, Verse 13,

and his pronunciation was the purest Briyran English. To a connoisseur

World Translation of the Holy Scriptures was translated by the Jehovah’s Witnesses and the Watch Tower Bible and Tract Society, aiming for accuracy. It’s also considered non-saleable.

She looked up at Sam, injecting a teasing tone into her words. ‘Lend? Shouldn’t it

a moment, then bowed apologetically. ‘I’m sorry, Miss Lawrence. The Bible is a matter of faith for every Christian;

throat. ‘Well… Master Sam, don’t take it seriously. I was just joking. It’s already generous of you to lend me the unique

forcing her to step back. Her back pressed against the bookshelf, making her feel

from a higher vantage point, Sam, with an unusually serious gaze, teased

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

of reading to fulfill