After Dirvorce I become a SheEO

Chapter 209

After Dirvorce I become a SheEO Chapter 209

Chapter 209 Why Is He Here?

“I wouldn’t say that. Why?”

“Well, you have a poor choice of words. We didn’t join hands. To be accurate, I saved your ass.”

“Then… you’re my savior. Please tell me your name,” Hanson smiled cheekily.

“Zayla Vargas.”

“Hey, what a nice name!” Hanson whistled. “I’ll call you Zayla then!”

Zayla was speechless for a second.

Then she said, “Be cautious, OK? Look ahead.

“There are countless roads, and safety always comes first. If something happens to you, those who love you will be so sad. Understand?”

Hanson’s smile faded a little, and he nodded obediently.

“Zayla, how did you know that those men back there were shills?”

“The stone is of such poor quality. Of course, those who lied through their teeth were shills. What else could they be?”

“I didn’t know that you were an expert.”

Hanson was a bit embarrassed. He thought, I bragged that I was an expert. And now, I’m such a fool who was so close to being tricked.

Well, I’m glad anyway. After all, I didn’t buy the stone.

Zayla saved Hanson 96 thousand dollars.

Therefore, it made perfect sense that Hanson treated her to a meal.

The food prices in San Diego were ridiculously high. They went to a small joint and ordered six dishes, which were 1,200 dollars in total.

The last time Zayla saw such a ridiculous price was when she was at San Diego Airport. A bowl of soup there was 85 dollars.

“Zayla, are you here in San Diego to join relatives?”

Zayla could only nod at Hanson’s words.

After all, she couldn’t tell him that she was here to mine the Vaughan family’s old jade mine.

“Where do your relatives live? I know the city well. I’ll take you there later.”

“There.” Zayla pointed in some random direction.

Then she lowered her head dejectedly.

“I went there just now. They didn’t welcome me and kicked me out.

“It doesn’t matter. I understand why they don’t want to take me in. But they took the money my grandfather left me. They wouldn’t let me have even just a penny.”

As she spoke, she pinched her thigh hard and burst into tears from the pain.

When Hanson saw Zayla crying, he was so angry that he gritted his teeth and slapped the table.

“Fuck! And you call them your relatives? They are so stupid! No wonder they live in slums. They deserve it.”

Zayla thought, so, that is where San Diego’s slums are? I just pointed casually. Who knows? I aimed so accurately.

“You don’t need to be sad or aggrieved. My place is big. I’m more than happy to take you in.”

“Take me in?”

She thought, well, you are quite decisive.

Hanson nodded hard. “Let’s go. We’ll go back to my place after eating. I’ll take you to see my grandmother.”

After eating and paying the bill, Hanson drove his motorcycle and took Zayla home.

What came into her view was a mansion that looked like a palace. Although it was extremely luxurious, it wasn’t tacky at all. Instead, it was very delicate.

There were many flowers and plants planted in the courtyard. Not far away, there was a glass greenhouse. It could be seen how much Felipa, the mansion’s owner, liked plants.

“Mr. Vaughan, good afternoon,” when a servant passing by saw Hanson, he immediately greeted Hanson.

“Where’s Grandma?” Hanson looked cold and aloof as if he were an adult.

“Mrs. Vaughan is in the backyard,” the servant said respectfully.

Then Hanson brought Zayla to the backyard.

As soon as they entered the backyard, they saw Felipa chatting happily with a tall man.

Hanson said loudly, “Grandma.”

Felipa and the man turned around one after another.

Zayla clearly saw the man’s appearance.

She froze on the spot.

She thought, what the heck? Why is he here?

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