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

His underpants were black, but only showed the thin edges.

Ziana was looking down with great interest, but the photos stopped here. She couldn't see any further down.

Her delicate eyebrows frowned slightly and then relaxed lazily.

Very good. The stodgy man was also a master of flirting, and he knew what it meant to get to the point.

This kind of ambiguity like hiding behind a veil was much more advanced than that kind of apparent seduction.

He had a very good sense of propriety, not obscene, not vulgar, extremely hot.

Ziana chuckled, knowing that she had met her opponent.

[Queen Ziana: I'm not short of mobile data.]

[Mr. Lift: Baby, I'm not that kind of man.]

[Mr. Lift: Something below is only for my wife to see. If you see it, you should be responsible for me.]

Ziana's eyelids twitched. It was not a good idea to kick the hornets' nest.

Chapter 108 You Should Be Responsible for Me