The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress Divorcee By Vera Whitehead novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159 The Legendary Scott Company

After Boris gave Nell his instructions, Boris ignored his doubts and quickly hung up the phone.

After vaguely guessing Ziana’s identity, he didn’t quite know what mood he was in at the moment.

There was no kind of astonishment, but a kind of calmness.

So he couldn’t say how excited he was, let alone regret it.

In fact, even if he knew her identity a long time ago, under the circumstances at that time, he would still choose to divorce her.

He would not allow any mistakes in his plan, let alone allow her existence to affect the plan.

She had to leave.

It was just that at this moment, he felt that he was ridiculous. This ridiculousness made him feel

embarrassed.

He thought of the stup*d things he did before, the twenty million when they broke up, and the self-righteous yelling at her when they met again…

He felt embarrassed when he thought about it.

Probably at that time, in Ziana’s eyes, he looked like a funny clown, right?

Thinking about this, Boris closed his eyes and leaned back on the seat. He sucked hard on the

cigarette.

He felt empty in his mind, and instead of knowing why, he thought of that huge photo inexplicably.

Those eyes…

Something seemed to flash in front of his eyes, but it was too fast to capture it.

When he tried to recall with all his might, his temples suddenly ached.

Boris was no stranger to this kind of pain.

He smoked the cigarette calmly and then went to get the medicine in the car. When he closed the storage box, his hands trembled uncontrollably.

He swallowed a few pills with mineral water, but his condition did not improve.

About ten minutes.

His shaking hands gradually stopped.

He looked down at his hands and smiled self-deprecatingly.

There were quite a few sequela caused by the incident five years ago.

For example, his eyes couldn’t be stimulated by strong light, he occasionally suffered from headaches and hand tremors, and….

He thought of Ziana, pursed his lips, and his eyes were dark.

“Ding.”

Just then, the phone rang.

Nell sent the address.

Boris rolled down the window and started the car.

On summer nights, the night sky was a quiet dark blue, and he galloped all the way under such a

sky.

Another two hours.

Boris drove the car directly to Mystery Club.

In clubs of Japera City, almost everyone knew Boris.

When he got out of the car, the manager greeted him warmly and reminded him, “Mr. Sam is here

today.”

Boris frowned, but what he asked was, “Where is Derek?”

“Derek…” The manager came to his senses, “Mr. Lewis, you mean the son of the Scott Company?”

Boris didn’t answer, but looked at him with a smile.

The manager was frightened by his stare, “I’ll take you there.”

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, his heart pounding as he led upstairs.

The Scott Company had nothing to do with the Lewis Company.

As the industry leader in Japera City, the Lewis Company was powerful.

The strength of the Lewis Company should not be underestimated.

But compared to the Scott Company, it was not even a little worse.

The Lewis Company started out in the shipbuilding industry in the early years. Later, they made a

fortune in automobile real estate and became a real estate tycoon. After that, it was involved in

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Boris and Derek met each other often. They didn’t even bother to greet each other.

Anyway, the manager didn’t see them greet.

Why Boris was going to take the initiative to find Derek?

Could it be that there was any cooperation between the two companies?

The manager felt that he was thinking too much. It seemed that he shouldn’t worry about this kind of cooperation that cost billions of dollars.

He restrained himself, led Boris all the way to the door, knocked on the door, and Derek’s voice

came from inside.

The male voice was calm, low, and majestic, “Come in.”

The manager trembled, and walked in with a flattering smile, followed by Boris.

Derek was leaning on the sofa, holding a wine glass in his hand.

When he saw Boris, he sneered, with a cold look on his face.

Boris said, “Go out, I’ll talk to Mr. Scott personally.”

The manager just wanted it, so he nodded and bowed, and left.

Boris walked up to him and sat down calmly as if the two of them were friends who had made an appointment to meet there.

Under Derek’s gaze, he took out the photo, “I want to ask Mr. Scott about something. Do you know this person?”

Derek glanced at the photo, “Coincidentally, I do.”

Boris raised his eyebrows, “What’s the relationship between him and your father, the chairman of

the company?”

“Do you want to know it?” Derek shook his wine glass, “There is no free lunch in the world. If Mr.

Lewis wants to know the answer, so let me see your sincerity.”

Boris was not surprised by this answer.

Derek beckoned, and someone immediately brought in two bottles of wine.

He said to Boris, “Drink it up, and I’ll tell you.”