Victoria Gibson stepped forward, randomly pulling a book from the bookshelf, flipping through a couple of pages, and was momentarily stunned by the notes she saw.
She put the book back in place and picked out another, opening it.
The same notes, the same reading approach, every book had insights after reading.
Victoria Gibson seemed possessed, pulling out book after book, flipping them open, reading the notes, then returning them...
Until she had gone through an entire row of books in front of her, she stood at the bookshelf, unable to move.
It was as if she had entered a meditative state like an old monk...
She didn't even notice when the room door was pushed open.
"What's wrong?" Chad Yakov saw her entranced look, took the book from her hand, glanced at the spot she had been looking at, and put the book casually on the table.
Grabbing her shoulders with both hands, he straightened her body.
