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.

try again, an arm suddenly reached over her head, effortlessly picking up the Bible. A

long and thick eyelashes

although they didn’t make direct contact, Cheyenne felt a

in the morning. However, at this moment, she felt unusually warm. She quickly stepped out

Much better.

his eyes as he

just browsing, this version is okay. In fact, the translation of Chapter 11, Verse 13, is severely incorrect.

Briyran English. To a connoisseur

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

looked up at Sam, injecting a teasing tone into her words.

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

awkward. She touched her delicate nose, clearing her throat. ‘Well… Master Sam, don’t take it seriously. I was

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

unusually

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

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