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.

head, effortlessly picking up the Bible. A clear and gentle voice, like a stream under the moon, sounded by her ear. ‘Is this the one

and thick eyelashes that seemed dusted with golden powder, glistened with a faint blue-black

a fist’s distance from his chest, and although they didn’t make direct contact,

wasn’t particularly hot, 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

Much better.

his eyes as he casually remarked, ‘Miss Lawrence, I didn’t expect you to be interested in the

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

Briyran English. To a connoisseur

translated by the Jehovah’s Witnesses and the Watch Tower Bible and Tract Society, aiming for

teasing

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

nose, clearing her throat. ‘Well… Master Sam, don’t take it seriously. I was just joking.

forcing her to step back. Her back pressed against the

from a higher vantage point, Sam, with an unusually serious gaze, teased her. ‘Miss

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,

endure an hour of reading to fulfill her end of the bargain. After all, she had