I become a SheEO After Dirvorce

Chapter 104

Zain saw Zayla and immediately put down the things in his hands. Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Ms. Vargas! Oh, you really don’t need to bring me these things. Thank you so much.”

Zain said politely as he took the bouquet of flowers from Zayla.

Zayla glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw that there were obvious calluses on his palm.

She reacted quickly and smiled. She shifted her gaze to his thigh.

“Mr. Pearson, how’s your leg?”

“Fortunately, you guys stopped the bleeding in time. The bullet was taken out, and nothing happened. I just need to lie on the bed to recuperate. I’m getting older. I wonder if there will be any problems with my leg in the future.”

As he spoke, Zain felt very guilty. “Those people should be coming for me. I’m really sorry to have implicated you guys.”

“Mr. Pearson, you are also a victim, but… What are those people trying to do?”

Zain guessed and said, “This probably has something to do with the relics that have been recycled in recent years. I heard that they died on the spot.”

Zayla nodded slightly.

“I heard that something happened to your bus.”

Zayla thought, you’re really well-informed.

Zayla nodded again. “The weather is hot. There must be something wrong with the bus

engine.”

Zain sighed and said, “It’s my fault. I’m so dizzy. I didn’t expect to arrange a car for you. I’m sorry. It’s all my fault.”

Zayla told him a few more things about the reconstruction of the museum.

After a while, Zain’s wife came with a lunch box, so Zayla left.

At this time, in another ward.

Lincoln had already turned around and left. It had been less than three minutes.

Although they were the same age, their relationship had been bad since they were

young. But they maintained a good relationship on the surface.

However, it made sense.

How could water and fire be compatible?

Lincoln made a phone call and told Lucy about Simon’s injury.

Lucy was concerned about her son. He was injured again not long after his previous injury recovered.

She immediately arranged a plan and led the servants and Simon’s special assistant to

Seattle.

After Zayla returned to the hotel, she sat on the sofa.

She looked at her palm for a long time.

How could a museum curator have such a thick callus in his palm?

Only those who held guns regularly would have such a callus.

The place where those gangsters were killed was not far from Zain’s house. The nearby residents had all moved away, and the monitoring facilities had all been out of use.

Zayla frowned and was suspicious.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.