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.

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

was met with a clear and elegant face, illuminated by the perfect sunlight. His eyes, partially hidden by long and thick eyelashes that seemed dusted with golden powder, glistened with

his chest, and although they didn’t make direct

degrees Celsius in the morning. However, at this moment, she felt unusually warm. She quickly stepped out from under his arm, maintaining a distance of one meter, and directed herself toward

Much better.

taken the book down, casually glancing at it. A faint smile appeared in his eyes as he casually remarked, ‘Miss Lawrence,

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

Briyran English. To a connoisseur of voices like Cheyenne, her ears perked up

Watch Tower Bible and Tract Society, aiming for accuracy. It’s also considered non-saleable. Luckily, I

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

Miss Lawrence. The Bible

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

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

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

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 wine. Yet, Sam actually enjoyed

of reading to fulfill her