She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 349: Send Textbooks Cheyenne interrupted him with a disdainful expression, 'What's there to be shy about? First, let's see what's written on the paper.' Her calm response irritated Iker, causing a hint of frustration. As a girl, how could she not show any reaction? Though frustrated, he knew what they should be focused on now. He shifted his gaze on the paper. On the yellowed sheet, a string of Latin text was written. Cheyenne let out a light chuckle. Her rosy lips parted, and she exhaled like a breeze, ‘Aidan, a money demon, Mammon. And 'Mr. K' seems to be of a higher rank.' Iker nodded in agreement. 'Asmodeus.' The king of demons, representing the sin of lust! The two hadn't expected that the owner behind Soar Casino would turn out to be a Bible enthusiast. They exchanged a smile.

Meanwhile, the other three in the living room wore expressions of utter confusion.

Monkey, being the youngest, couldn't contain his curiosity and asked, 'Dominic, what are Cheyenne and Master Iker talking about? Why can't I understand?' Dominic, leaning on his chin, gave him a disdainful look, reminiscent of Cheyenne's earlier aloof demeanor. Taking on the role of an elder, he patted Monkey's shoulder with a heavy tone, 'I told you to study well, don't sleep in class, go hand do your homework honestly. You just don't listen.' Monkey lowered his head in acknowledgment. 'Yes, yes, yes, Dominic. I will definitely follow your orders, study hard, and strive to beca criminal talent with high intelligence in the future.' 'Well, I will send you a set of practice books when we're back.' 'So, Dominic, what did they say?' Dominic hesitated, silent for a moment, then flashed a grin, 'Actually, I don't know.' Damn it, he didn't remember ever seeing this stuff in his textbooks! Both Cheyenne and Iker were speechless. Seriously, you dare tell others to study well! Quietly collecting the paper from the table, Cheyenne prepared to go to bed.

The next day, the weather was clear, with a soft golden sunlight breaking through the clouds and shining on the earth. The fountain in the yard sparkled with tiny lights.

Layne wore a black suit, plastic flip-flops on his feet, and held a bag of fish food. He scattered it while muttering to himself.

'Grandpa, use less; be careful not to overfeed them.' At the entrance, Cheyenne approached slowly. She wore a white shirt with a butterfly collar, paired with a black skirt. Loose waves of long curls flowed down her back, tied with a large red silk butterfly bow. A teenage girl's charm was radiating.

Seeing her dressed up, Layne raised his lips, 'Cheyenne, are you going out so early?' According to her usual routine, she shouldn't be up yet. Why was she suddenly so diligent today? Cheyenne, carrying a French vintage brown bucket bag, swung it over her shoulder and nodded, 'Yes, going to the library.' 'What?' He didn't hear it wrong, did he? He marveled, 'You lazy girl, seriously? You're actually getting up early to read? It's like the sun rising from the west. Cheyenne, is Omari's departure such a heavy blow to you?' So, she planned to study hard? Layne was worried that she might be falling for Omari. Maybe he should arrange a blind date to divert Cheyenne's attention.

Cheyenne hadn't expected that her grandfather would have such a deep-rooted impression of her being 'academically challenged.' Her lips twitched imperceptibly.

'I'm leaving. I won't be back for lunch. Grandpa, make sure Master Iker takes the last day's medicine.' She planned to cback in the evening to perform the final round of acupuncture. After today, Iker could try standing up, but they needed to go to Onistead as soon as possible to deal with the magic inside him.

Layne subconsciously wanted to refuse. He had a small gathering with friends scheduled for today, and this might cause him to be late.

'Alright, go ahead. Cback early, after all, the acupuncture part is better handled by you.' 'Okay.' Ink Pavilion was located near the Akloit Cultural Center.

This was the largest private bookstore in Akloit, with an elegant decoration, free air conditioning, and water. It housed over a hundred thousand books and had always been a popular spot for social media check-ins.

At nine in the morning, the bookstore had just opened. The middle-aged owner behind the cash register happily brewed a pot of tea, opened the Akloit Morning News, and leisurely sat down to read. Suddenly, a petite and slender figure pushed open the door and dropped a hundred dollar bill on the counter without saying a word. Her voice was soft and clear, with a casual tone. 'Second floor, for one hour.' The boss, who had just raised the teacup, was startled by the newcomer's words. He ended up drinking the scalding tea before it could cool down, causing his tongue to tingle. Hastily getting up from his seat, he looked at the newcomer attentively.

Oh, it was a young girl.

She was quite beautiful. He had seen many good-looking people, but rarely someone as exquisite and stunning as this girl. He almost thought she was a celebrity.

Kindly, he warned, 'Missy, the books on the second floor are all premium foreign language books. Spending a hundred bucks for just one hour might not be enough to finish even a third of a book. It's quite wasteful.' The library was famous not only for its architectural design by the renowned interior designer but also for the unique reading rules set by the boss.

The first floor was free to browse, provided drinking water, and had no trestrictions as long as visitors left before closing time.

On the second floor, however, readers had to pay a fee upfront. The cost was a hundred bucks and the reading twas determined by the reader. If they exceeded the agreed time, they had to pay double. If they finished within the allotted time, the hundred bucks would be refunded. People who could afford to go to the second floor were not short of a hundred bucks. Many would spend the entire day there, reluctant to leave.

Cheyenne took a bookmark and casually waved her hand, 'Don't worry, I'll definitely cout within an hour.'

Hearing this, the boss shook his head repeatedly, sighing as he picked up the newspaper again, 'Young people these days, why are they so om Love impetuous? Reading is not meant to be rushed... it's like indigestion. Having just lay down for less than two minutes, a tall, black figure blocked the incoming sunlight. The boss squinted his eyes and looked at the newcomer. Whoa, is this another big star? Today, he seemed to be incredibly lucky, encountering two idols.

The man was dressed in a white shirt, paired with beige suit trousers, white shoes, and elegantshoulder length hair. His complexion was fair. He looked like a handsprince straight out of a fairy tale, with a clear and melodious voice, 'One hour!' Unfortunately, it was another impatient young person...

The boss shook his head.

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