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.

some years, but it was

I moved to the city with my parents when I was very young. However, this was my home. So I paid to let the workers in inns or hotels clean up

workers had already

blankets on the beds and settled the toiletries, they left on their

thanked them and

house and followed the wooden stairs

second floor.

she pushed open the window

soon as the wooden window was pushed open, Zayla saw

and they were now looking

thin lips parted slightly as he called her

Zayla didn’t reply.

closed the wooden window

him would annoy

on the bed and sent a message to ask Ira about

Knowing that everything was going according to

Zayla was at ease.

With him here, Zayla had nothing

down the phone, Zayla picked up a pen and paper to draw

the museum.

at night, the wind from the mountain

poorly soundproofed, and the

are you

home. Who

“Help!”

Zain shouted!

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