After Dirvorce I become a SheEO Chapter 95

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.

relatively remote location in Ballard, and the nearby residents had all

been empty for some years, but it was very

born in Ballard, but I moved to the city with my parents when I was very young. However, this was

they arrived, the workers had already

blankets on the beds and settled the toiletries, they

Zain thanked them and

entered the house and followed the wooden stairs to the bedroom

second floor.

open the window to

wooden window was pushed

them, and they were now looking at

thin lips parted slightly as he called her

Zayla didn’t reply.

the wooden window

him would

sat on the bed and sent a message to ask

of the stable. Knowing that everything was going

Zayla was at ease.

reliable. With him here, Zayla had nothing

the phone, Zayla picked up a pen

the museum.

at night, the wind from the mountain and the sea

poorly soundproofed, and the windows

What are

is my home. Who

“Help!”

Zain shouted!

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