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

Embarrassed by what he said, Ziana Scott glared at him, "Do I look like a moron? I used to be stubborn and couldn't think about it. I had to be with the only one. Now I'm different."

"I have learned to be another person who cares nothing about love." Ziana Scott began to teach earnestly, "I am chatting with a person, and if he ignores me, it is not his fault, but mine."

Yudel Scott laughed, not wanting to understand, "How could this be your fault?"

"Why not?" Ziana Scott raised her eyebrows and asked back, "I should reflect on why I only chat with one person. If I chat with ten or a hundred at the same time, do I still care if that person replies to me?"

Yudel Scott was enlightened instantly, "What you said seems to make sense, although it feels weird."

Chapter 88 Nobody Should Dwell on the Past