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.

as 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 by her ear. ‘Is

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

back was less than a fist’s distance from his chest, and although they didn’t make direct

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 warm. She quickly stepped out from

Much better.

smile appeared in his eyes as

briefly skimmed it, then closed the book and handed it to Cheyenne. ‘If you’re just browsing, this version is okay.

voice was extremely pleasant, and his pronunciation was the purest Briyran English. To a connoisseur of

by the Jehovah’s Witnesses and the Watch Tower Bible and Tract Society, aiming for accuracy. It’s also considered non-saleable. Luckily, I have a copy. If Miss Lawrence wants to read it, I can lend it to

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

bowed apologetically. ‘I’m sorry, Miss Lawrence. The Bible is a

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

her to step back. Her back pressed against

point, Sam, with an unusually serious gaze, teased her. ‘Miss Lawrence, is a simple ‘thank you’

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