Chapter 322 A Bedtime Story

Ziana looked at him quietly.

Boris sat there, smiling casually, with dark hair, brown eyes, and a high nose. His facial features were more sharp and charming under the light.

The elegant black suit fit him well. He had a great body figure with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, looking good in everything.

When she was looking at him, his gaze was fixed on her.

Ziana cared nothing tor his gaze and responded to his words, “Will you answer whatever I ask?”

Boris said in a languid tone, his eyes becoming more casual, “Try one.”

Ziana gave him a blank look on hearing that and said, “Don’t give me that.”

Boris raised his eyebrows, leaned back on the chair, and answered frankly, “It depends on what you ask.”

Ziana was actually a little hesitant.

She thought of the recording on the phone.

In the recording, the conversation between Max and Yudel confused her.

They said that Boris was investigating something which seemed to be related to her.

So what was the matter?

Why was everyone hiding it from her?

It would be okay if Ziana didn’t know they had a secret. But once she becomes suspicious, the more they hid it, the

more she wanted to know.

However, all her family never said a word.

Ziana was very aware of the tricks of Max and Yudel. If they wanted to hide her intentionally, she wouldn’t be able to

find out.

Since they planned to keep it a secret, she had to investigate in private.

she couldn’t use the contacts and resources from

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the problem was that the family members would

could check a

would track her down to discover her, and she would still

she could learn that

could start with

was Boris

would he be honest?

tell Max about

intention, would he stop her?

thoughts ran through Ziana’s head,

one moment, she frowned, and the next, she glanced at him, then

and pondered.

the next second, his big hand pinched

came back to her senses and met his eyes,

at her carefully, rubbed between her brows with his cool fingertips,

hand away and tested him in a roundabout way, “What did you say to my dad

tell you this.” Boris sounded generous. “Stretch

asked, “My

“Yes.”

she asked curiously.

head, rested his eyes on her

him,

were clear, and

tightly held by Edison

muttered, “What are you looking at?”

didn’t answer, stretched out his long arms, and took out a wet tissue to wipe her

and asked, “Where is it dirty?”

to eat

Scott today. He mentioned our marriage

of his words was what

again, “Why did you go to

Boris answered evenly.

in the morning and

worried about me?” Boris looked

eyes at him.

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