On the day of the divorce, Boris Lewis gave Ziana Scott 100 million dollars on the condition that she take the child back to remote mountain.
Not long after, the two met again. The ex-wife he identified as poor wore tens of millions of the world's only high-end shoes, and her feet were priceless crystal high-heeled shoes. She brazenly said in front of the camera that she owns a gold mine.
Boris Lewis thought, a mere 100 million, why are you pretending to be rich? I'm worth hundreds of billions and I don't dare to brag like that!
He and the majority of netizens are waiting for the day when she slaps her in the face.
It turns out that her family's gold mines are innumerable, and she is not a poor farm girl, but a genius with super IQ, a master of many sciences, a god-level master, a national chess player, a master of metaphysics...
And the savior who he has been looking for for many years.
In order to get Ziana Scott back, Boris Lewis made love madly.
"I want a kiss!"
"I want a hug!"
"I can't live without my wife!"
The reporter interviewed Ziana Scott, "What is the relationship between Mr. Lewis and you?"
"Oh, he's my simp ex-husband." She smiled swayingly, "but the next one is better. We’ll never get back together."

The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress Divorcee

Ferman Noah became angry when he saw it, "I don't have the skills to be a sensationalist, and I rely on this kind of crooked way to win attention every time?"

Ziana Scott wore a lake green Tai Chi suit and flat white shoes.

It's obviously the most ordinary dress, and even the clothes don't have any special styles, but it just makes people unable to move their eyes away.

Most people can't control the lake green, because this color will look very rustic if you are not careful.

But she has a good figure, fair skin, and stands pretty on the stage, like a proud and noble peacock.

Especially her exposed slender neck, set off by her clothes, made people's eyes hot.

Boris Lewis in the VIP seat just glanced from afar and licked his lips uncomfortably.

He suddenly thought of that chaotic, upside-down, hot and humid night.

His fingers slid across her neck, tender and slippery, a touch that could not be compared to the best silk.

Chapter 19 I'm not qualified to point and point at me