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,

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

the workers

beds and settled

them and

the wooden stairs to the bedroom on

second floor.

she pushed open the window to

window was pushed open, Zayla saw Simon,

and they were now looking at

His thin lips parted slightly as he called her

Zayla didn’t reply.

closed the wooden window

him would annoy

message to ask Ira

reconstruction of the stable. Knowing that everything was going according

Zayla was at ease.

With him here, Zayla had nothing to worry

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

the museum.

wind from the mountain and

soundproofed, and the windows

What are

home. Who are

“Help!”

Zain shouted!