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

In the third photo, Ziana looked terrible and exuded an aura of decadence and sadness.

She was riding on a tall horse. Her eyes were empty and indifferent, and she didn't smile at all as if she was preoccupied.

She looked very different from the one in the second photo.

She was so bright and cheerful, like the sun. How could she suddenly become listless as if her soul was taken away by someone?

Boris felt a stuffy heart, and his lips trembled almost invisibly. "Was she unhappy that day?"

"Huh..." The trainer obviously remembered it. "She seemed to be unhappy. When Miss Scott came that day, I felt something different."

It was so different from Ziana's usual appearance. Anyone who saw her could feel that something unusual must have happened.

"What happened to her?" Boris asked nervously, rubbing the lower right corner of the photo.

Chapter 270 Her Horse Spooked