I become a SheEO After Dirvorce

Chapter 95 The Gunshots

“This used to be the resting room for the coffee bean growers, but later the resting room moved up the mountain, where a new watchtower was built, so this place was given to us,” Zain explained.

Zain had made a detailed description of the new site as well as the requirements of the museum.

When working, Zayla was fully focused, and so was Simon.

It was beginning to get dark, and they had not left.

Soon, night fell, and the moon hung high in the sky. The stars were shining brightly.

Zain said apologetically, “It’s too late, and it’s not convenient to go back to the city late at night. It’s my fault. If I hadn’t been late, we wouldn’t have had to work so late.

“If you don’t mind, you can stay in my house. My home is not occupied.

“There aren’t many inns or hotels left here. Even if there are, they must be full. But I have a good relationship with them. I can ask them for quilts and toiletries.”

Zain felt more and more guilty.

At this time, it was already nine o’clock. If they returned to the city center, it would be

one or two o’clock the next morning.

Moreover, Zayla and Simon had to take a closer look at this new site tomorrow and take

more photos.

Staying in Ballard was the best choice.

Zain’s house was located in a relatively remote location in Ballard, and the nearby residents had all moved out.

house had been empty for some years, but it was very

my parents when I was very young. However, this was my home. So I paid to let

workers had

on the beds and settled the toiletries, they

Zain thanked them and

followed the wooden

second floor.

the door, she pushed open the window to get some fresh

the wooden window was pushed open, Zayla saw Simon,

between them, and they were

His thin lips parted slightly as

Zayla didn’t reply.

closed the wooden

would

sat on the bed and sent a message to ask Ira about the repair

that everything was going according

Zayla was at ease.

reliable. With him here, Zayla had

the phone, Zayla picked up a pen and paper

the museum.

wind from the mountain and

poorly soundproofed, and the windows creaked

What are

my home.

“Help!”

Zain shouted!