She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 351: Photographic Memory Cheyenne also saw the definition in the book, and her face started to heat up. She suddenly lowered her head to look at her fairy tale book.

This kind of book suits her better. Not too demanding! An hour quickly passed. It was now ten o'clock, and the bookstore had attracted many people buying and reading books. Somehow, Cheyenne brought 'Grimm's Fairy Tales' downstairs.

The owner, observing the two figures coming down together, felt the two a perfect match! The man looked elegant, and Cheyenne, beside him, exuded charm and a touch of girlishness. Both holding a book, they resembled a couple who was each other's first love.

Indeed, eye-catching couples are a feast for the eyes.

As they strolled, Cheyenne, with a lifted red lip, recited a poem from the book. Her pure accent made people around involuntarily turn their heads.

'Henry, the car broke down. No, master, not the car, but the iron hoop on my heart.' She was reciting a short poem from 'The Frog Prince'.

To match her, Sam indulgently smiled at her and replied, 'Oh, my heart, when you turn into a frog, bound in the well, it's really, really painful!' In these brief three to five seconds, it seemed like the audience had witnessed a play.

Sam was the prince trapped in the well, and Cheyenne was the mischievous princess who lost her little ball. The scene was so beautiful that people hesitated to disturb it, fearing it was just a false scene from a movie. The owner, incredulously glancing at the two, flipped open the records and checked the time. Exactly one hour, as if it were planned.

He cleared his throat, smiling, and asked Cheyenne, 'Young missy, are you really leaving? You haven't finished reading this book yet.' Otherwise, why would she bring it downstairs? It seemed like she intended to buy it.

He contemplated selling it at the labeled price and felt secretly delighted. Little did he know that the woman calmly placed the book on the table and answered, 'I've finished reading it.' 'Huh?' This is an ancient English version, well known for its expansion across Europe, undergoing a significant fusion and adaptation. Cheyenne's copy of 'Grimm's Fairy Tales' maintains the traditional style of early 19th-century England, complete with various dialects. Reading it thoroughly can be a bit challenging.

The owner, still skeptical, casually flipped through and asked, 'What story is on page seventy-three?' Without hesitation, she replied, 'It's about Lettuce Girl.' 'What does the second paragraph on page ninety-three say?' 'Hmm? Rose Princess. It's about the prince's father urging him to marry someone else, but the prince disagrees.' Tseemed to freeze for about half a minute. Even Sam didn't expect Cheyenne to have a photographic memory. She had been sitting right across from him, and he had observed her entire reading process.

It was indeed fast. She had finished the entire book in just one hour. The owner felt a surge of self-doubt. He had been with these books for fifty years and might not remember them all, but this girl was impressive.

Handing the book back to Cheyenne, the owner said, 'You're truly remarkable. Consider this book a free gift. You're quite talented, young lady.' Cheyenne didn't expect to get a freebie for her skills; it seemed a bit too easy. She thanked him and took the putting Sam's 'Microeconomics' together with a grin.

'How about testingon the contents of this book as well?' she suggested to the owner.

Waving his hand generously, the owner said, 'No need, consider it a gift too!' Upon hearing this, she handed the book to Sam for him to hold and picked up a black signature pen from the pen holder, signing her non the form.

Casually, she asked, 'Master Sam, do you needto sign for you?' He smiled warmly, his gaze on Cheyenne's profile, and his smile involuntarily widened. 'Miss Lawrence, I'll trouble you with that.' Cheyenne's handwriting was surprisingly beautiful, surprising him. Someone who could shock the literary world with calligraphy wouldn't be daunted by a regular signature.

However, her handwriting... hmm, it's a bit chubby, not exactly dignified but very cute, deliberately curving in places where it should be straight. Sam just noticed that she's left-handed! Looking at her right hand still wrapped in bandages, he finally understood why.

After finishing signing, she pushed the form in front of the owner, unfolding her delicate hands and saying with a clear and decisive voice, 'Two hundred.' The owner happily handed over the money, watching the two leave with a sigh, 'They're so perfect together.' But... something doesn't seem quite right? Outside the shop, Cheyenne handed one of the bills to Sam, who looked at the hundred-dollar bill somewhat amusingly. Just his 'Microeconomics' book alone was worth more than a hundred. He had never been troubled by money and cared even less about this small sum.

Seeing Cheyenne playfully 'dueling' with the owner for this amount amused him.

'No need, Miss Lawrence, you earned this money with your wits. You can use it to buy candy.'

Hearing this, Cheyenne stuffed the money into her bag. Her eyes caught sight of a candy hawker by the m roadside It had a signboard boasting traditional Old Onistead candied hawthorns. The hawthorns in the glass display were red and tempting, and she broke into a brilliant smile.

Suddenly, she asked him, 'Sam, have you ever had candied hawthorns?' 'No.' 'Well, I'll be generous again. Lettreat you to scandied hawthorns, no need to thanktoo much!' With that, she walked toward the shop, joining a group of just-dismissed elementary school kids, looking like a big child herself.

Several little kids turned to look at her. A little girl, barely reaching her waist, tugged at her skirt and said in a childish voice, 'Are you a fairy, big sister? You're so pretty!' The little girl appeared to be around five or six years old, dressed in a white bubble skirt. Her jet-black, dense hair was tied on top of her head.

Cheyenne's heart was almost melted by her, and she was about to reach out and touch the little girl's head about when a slightly older & head seven or eight years old, pulled the little girl next to him with a serious face, full of vigilance, looking at Cheyenne suspiciously.

The boy seemed a bit like a little adult, lecturing his sister, 'Silly, who knows if she's a bad person. oum mommy said sbad people pat your head, and then they take you away. Did you forget?' With these words, Cheyenne didn't know where to put her hand. X