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.

for some years, but

young. However, this was my home. So I paid to let the workers in inns or hotels

the workers had already finished

beds and settled the toiletries, they

them and

entered the house and followed the wooden stairs to the bedroom on

second floor.

pushed open the window to get some

window was pushed open, Zayla saw Simon, who

small courtyard between them, and they were now looking at

slightly as

Zayla didn’t reply.

the

him would

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

reconstruction of the stable. Knowing that

Zayla was at ease.

was reliable. With him here, Zayla had nothing

down the phone, Zayla picked up a

the museum.

night, the wind from the mountain and the sea converged,

soundproofed, and the windows

What are

home. Who are

“Help!”

Zain shouted!