She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 349

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 home and 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 become a 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?