The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress Divorcee novel Chapter 140

Chapter 140 Let My Wife Pick Me up

Boris rubbed his temples and waved to Nell.

“Are you going home, Mr. Lewis?” Nell walked over.

“I’m drunk,” he said, looking at him.

Nell looked into his dark and deep eyes, and no matter how he looked, he didn’t seem drunk

But he still said, “Mr. Lewis, shall I take you home?”

“I’m drunk.” Boris repeated expressionlessly.

Nell’s mouth twitched. “Alright, Mr. Lewis, you’re drunk.”

Boris paused for a moment, “I want to go home.”

“Then let me take you.” Nell dutifully said because Boris is a bit drunk as his temper had become even stranger.

“Who asked you to take me?” Boris glared at him, “Call my wife and ask her to pick me up.”

His wife?

Nell was quite shocked.

He glanced suspiciously at Boris and cleared his throat, “Mr. Lewis, are you referring to Miss Scott?”

Boris tugged at his collar irritably. “Are you going to call or not?”

Nell didn’t quite understand what was going on today.

If he remembered correctly, when he went to pick up Mr. Lewis, he had that look of wanting to eat people, like he had just had an argument with Miss Scott.

Miss Scott was not like before, now she wouldn’t bother with him even if they didn’t argue. If they did argue, would

she care whether he was drunk or not?

Nell originally wanted to advise him not to disgrace himself, but when Nell met his disdainful gaze, he immediately

held his tongue.

He cleared his throat and dialed Ziana’s number.

“Put it on speakerphone,” Boris suddenly reminded him.

Nell quickly complied.

“Beep-”

After a few seconds.

“Sorry, the user you dialed is currently switched off, please try again later. Sorry, the number…”

Nell looked embarrassed, his toes almost digging through the floor. “Um, Mr. Lewis, Miss Scott’s phone is off.”

“I heard that!” Boris chuckled with irritation, “You take me home.”

Nell kept his eyes down, afraid to even breathe, and said, “Yes!”

Half an hour later.

Nell supported Boris and stood at the door of Room 606.

“I’ll go in by myself.” Boris suddenly said.

He remembered that before he left, Ziana was wearing thin, her graceful figure wrapped in a nightgown, enticing and

tempting.