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

"What's the matter?" Hank asked in a deep voice.

Boris didn't answer. His scarlet eyes stared straight at Hank, making his heart tremble.

Fortunately, Hank saw varies kinds of mental patients.

He stabilized his mind and turned to look at Biber.

Biber met his gaze and shook his head helplessly, "I don't know his situation well."

Biber was with Livia on a date today. He didn't know they had gone to the art exhibition until he received a call Vivi.

Hank understood. He didn't ask any more, called the nurse, and took Boris into the treatment room.

Boris's condition was very unstable. His hands and body were shaking. Hank prescribed him a tranquilizer.

Once the tranquilizer was injected, Boris's situation improved significantly.

In less than ten minutes, his body stopped shaking, and his scarlet eyes gradually unfocused and then calmed again.

"Is it better?" Hank pulled up a chair and sat beside him and asked.

Chapter 245 Hypnotherapy