The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress Divorcee By Vera Whitehead novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146 Boris’s Bottom Line

A row of handsome men with distinct styles stood in the hotel lobby.

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They were so dazzling and charming that passers by couldn’t help but stop and admire them.

The man in front had enchanting amber puppy eyes and dimples when he smiled, exuding a sunny and enthusiastic demeanor.

The man standing behind him to his right had eyes full of emotion, just standing there could seduce

one’s heart away.

The man to his left was just as impressive, with a cold and hard countenance and an indifferent expression, but his eyes were like melting snow when he looked at Ziana, making girls willingly

intoxicated.

The tenderness of an iron-blooded man was the most difficult to resist.

As for the other men, each had their own charm.

There was a blond-haired beauty with fair skin and a devilish smile;

A cool boy with sharp features and a cold temperament;

A gentle male scholar with a wealth of knowledge and experience;

A nobleman with a meek and refined appearance…

All kinds of men gathered here.

Even if one looks for handsome guys in high-end clubs, one might not be able to catch them all.

As soon as Boris saw them, his face darkened, and his aura became intimidating.

His face was full of vigilance and defensiveness, and he asked slowly in a displeased tone, “Who are they?”

“Oh,” Ziana was completely different from him, smiling and happy as she said, “They are members of the group chat.”

Boris immediately understood, “The rebound fellow group?”

“Uh-huh.”

Boris laughed coldly and lowered his voice, “Have you seen them? Which one of them is bigger than me?”

Ziana was stunned for a moment, then realized what he meant and scolded him angrily, “What nonsense are you thinking about all the time?”

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But Boris ignored her and coaxed her, “Just tell me. I won’t be angry.”

“You’re crazy!” Ziana glared at him.

“If you

don’t tell me, I’ll find someone to chop them up tonight. What do you think?” His tone was cold, not sure if he was joking.

Boris’s voice had always been pleasant to listen to, with a deep and s*xy huskiness.

But Ziana had never heard him speak in such a creepy tone before, almost seeping into her bones.

She raised her head in confusion and unintentionally met his gaze.

His deep eyes sparkled with a dangerous light.

However, after their eyes met, he suddenly smiled, but that smile seemed to be lacking in sincerity.

He dragged out his tone and said slowly, “Just kidding, don’t be afraid.”

Ziana was still unsure of what he was thinking, so she said, “Don’t go crazy. We’re divorced.”

In other words, no matter what she did or who she was with, it had nothing to do with him.

Boris nodded without saying a word.

She thought he understood.

In the next moment, Boris leaned forward, his cold eyes narrowing slightly as he gently tidied her

hair with his hands.

His lips were inches away from her ear as he spoke in a low voice meant for only the two of them, “Ziana, if you want to cause a stir in the entertainment industry, I can allow it. If you don’t want to remarry me, I’ll indulge you. You can even vent your anger by saying things I don’t like, but if you dare to touch other men, I might lose control, and you may not be able to handle the

consequences.”

Ziana had never seen Boris behave like this before, even during the worst times of their

relationship in the past three years.

She felt a strange feeling in her heart, but still smiled lightly and said, “Do you think you can

control me?”

“You can try it.”

[Strongly recommend replacing Mr. Lewis! We want to see Ziana and the handsome men!”]

[Why replace Mr. Lewis? How gentle he was when he stroked Ziana’s hair! I almost died!]

(What did Mr. Lewis say to Ziana at that time? Why does it feel like his aura has changed?]

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While Ziana was chatting with number 88 and others, Boris parked the car.

He didn’t bother them, but instead sat on the sofa, crossing his arms and coldly watching them.

Ziana was quite relaxed and happy at first, but the cold and aggressive gaze behind her made her uncomfortable.

She glared at Boris, but he just raised an eyebrow nonchalantly.

He clearly hadn’t said anything, but he still ruined her good mood.

Ziana pursed her lips and, after a few words, sent number 88 and the others away, coldly sitting opposite Boris.

“When will the car come?” she asked urgently, not hiding her impatience, “Find Miss Damara quickly and finish the task.”

Boris absentmindedly twiddled his fingers and said, “Ten minutes later.”

The two of them didn’t speak again, and the atmosphere became strangely silent.

Ten minutes later.

A Rolls-Royce stopped at the door of the Warren Hotel.

Boris and Ziana got in one after the other and the car took them on their journey to find Miss

Damara.

In a luxurious sports car not far away.

Number 88 watched them leave, then slowly dialed a phone number.

Not long after.

A warm and lazy voice answered, “Speak.”

Number 88’s eyes gleamed with a playful light. He said, “Xiaver, I saw your ex-fiancée who chose

and then abandoned you.”

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