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

The next morning, Ziana woke up early.

She went to knock on Boris's door and informed him that they were leaving to find Ms. Damara in half an hour.

"So, Mr. Lewis, you better hurry up and get ready, and don't dawdle," she said.

But when she returned half an hour later, Boris was still in his bathrobe, looking like he had just taken a shower.

His muscular upper body was sexy and perfect, with water droplets sliding down his muscles, and his hair was still wet.

Perhaps because of impatience, his gaze was a bit scattered when he looked up, and the stray hair hanging down from his forehead made his eyes look even more dim.

But Ziana didn't even bat an eyelash. Not only that, she even felt like blowing up.

She looked him up and down, and said bluntly, "Don't tell me, you just started to clean up."

"Mm," Boris said flatly, "I overslept."

Chapter 148 Jack of All Trades