The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress Divorcee

Chapter 105 Ziana, the Strumpet

The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress Divorcee By Vera Whitehead Chapter 106

That sentence proved immensely provocative

Although Ziana already knew that it was a trick to seduce her. She still liked it regardless.

It was only normal for a mature woman to admire and be attracted to men.

He was an ordinary middle aged man, but his figure wasn't to nothing short of amazing.

Amazing enough it caught her eye still

After all, she was single. A glance or two wouldn't hurt at all.

Even more so, he was the one who insisted to flexed on her! The temptation was immense for Ziana, and it would be such a waste not to enjoy the scene! She was just glancing through, no strings attached.

But it wouldn't be wise for Ziana to tell him which part she wants to look at because then he'd be in control of the situation!

That would make her look like she really was into his flesh!

She squinted her eve, and gave out a sl*ppy smile.

1 minute later.

"Ding."

Boris picked up the phone as soon as the WhatsApp notification came about.

He thought the little p*rvert would indicate which part to look at. But instead, she was acting out.

Queen Ziana: "Whatever. Don't send it if you don't feel like it."

Boris burst out laughing all of a sudden.

Very good.

With that, Ziana pulled off a top-tier attrition game.

He asked her if she wanted to look at other parts as if he was giving her the initiative. But in reality, he was actually testing to see how much she was into him. Because as long as she asked for it, it would mean only one thing. She was actually into him.

But Ziana had a few cards up in her sleeve. She returned the question to him.

By telling him to send the pictures only if he felt like it.

Meaning she would look at them only if he sent them over. Suppose he didn't, so be it.

Wasn't that exactly the definition of a strumpet in the book?

Refused to take the initiative, left him hanging, and took no responsibility. Typical!

Well played.

Why couldn't he deal with her?

Previously, he was worried that she'd be played around like a tool by the bad men out there.

It turned out that she was able to play her cards without jeopardizing, her status. One could even say that she's very

experienced in this field.

Boris laid his bait but failed to h**k her up, and he was surprised by it.

Atter a short pause, he sent another message to her.

Mr. Lift: "Darling, if I'm able to advance in the next performance, I will show you something good."

Game of attrition? It was but the oldest trick in the book.

She told him to do as he pleases, and he responded in return with plans and promises.

Not only did he show that he was watching her show and paying attention to her, but he also made an appointment for the next chat. He even vaguely revealed what the next chat would be about, which piqued her interest.

Boris had the skills to woo a lady, he was just too lazy to pull it off.

He thought that it he made an effort for her, he'd be able to hold Ziana in the palm of his hand.

He waited for 5 minutes, but she didn't answer.

Was she so busy answering other men that she forgot about him?

Boris looked worried.

He took the time to chat with her after he got home from work, but was ignored instead.

Nobody could take such a loss like that!

Boris then sent three messages in a row to remind her of his existence.

Mr. Lift: "It would be great if I could replace Aaron and be on the show you instead."

Mr. Lift: "Aaron is very handsome, I admit that. But he's not as handsome as I am. I cannot allow you to be taken by

him."

Mr. Lift: "You are ignoring me. Are you talking to someone else? Perhaps they have better abs than I do?"

A dedicated general to her army of admirers, Ziana came across the news of the middle-aged man only after she had

taken care of her army of admirers.

There was a hint of jealousy and aggressiveness in the frivolous chatter.

The chat went into her head for some reason, and she found it endearing. She felt something sparked in her.

She didn't want to reply to him at first, but she replied to him by accident.

Queen Ziana: "I'm going to take a shower."

Her reply gave Boris a brief sigh of relief.

At first, he thought the shower would last half an hour at most. But when he got back to his house from the company, he showered and lay down on his bed. The last messages sent remained to be about her going to take a shower; there

was no reply at all.

From the looks of it, she'd been drowned by other peoples' messages.

Boris sent a few more messages to test his luck.

As expected.

Chatting with Ziana was like wishing on a grave. There was no difference between the two.

He looked at the last picture he had sent out in excitement. The moment he came to his senses, he noticed the inviting radiance of the picture and wanted to remove the message. But it had been 2 minutes since he sent it, so he had to let

it be.

Forget it.

If that little p*rvert liked to look at them so much, He would let her take advantage of it and let it be

Meanwhile, at Ziana's.

After her shower, she felt incredibly drowsy and fell into her slumber instantly.

She had completely forgotten her conversation with the middle aged man from earlier.

When she finally remembered, she was already sitting in the Love 101 live broadcast room.

She came early today, and her partner Aaron wasn't there yet.

She had no inspiration at the moment and couldn't write a song. So she took out her cell phone and played with it.

She noticed the unread message from the middle-aged man immediately.

The last message seems to be a picture.

Her eyes lit up.

Mr. Lift: "Darling, you are done with showering?"

Mr. Lift: "Darling, I'm already waiting for you on the bed."

Mr. Lift: "[picture]."

The photos he sent really let her imagination run wild.

In the dark room, only the small night light emits a faint and indistinct light.

On the high-quality gray silk sheets, the man was covered with a blanket of the same color.

One of his legs was tightly covered, and the other long leg was exposed.

Slender, straight, and muscular.

He starts filming from the heel of the leg as if inadvertently revealing the edge of his underwear.

A very flirtatious display. Stylish in execution, the air permeated with the s*xiness of a man.

Ziana thought these legs were good-looking, strong, and had perfect lines.

In her impression, only Boris' legs could be comparable to these legs. Thinking of Boris, she inevitably remembered the hot and messy night.

Her mood was lifted.

She was no longer uninspired, but brimming with inspiration.

She put away her phone and immersed herself in her craft.

She was su focused that she didn't notice Aaron's arrival at all

Seeing that Ziana was so engrossed in her craft, Aaron thoughtfully decided not to disturb her

Ziana's trance like focused state lasted until the live broadcast.

The netizens originally came to see the sweet interaction between Ziana and Aaron But when they got to the show, the atmosphere between the two in the small room was very tense.

Ziana didn't even raise her head during the entire broadcast and seemed to be writing something

"You two had a fight? No, please don't! My favorite duo shouldn't go down like this!"

"What is our dear Ziana writing? I can't wait to see it!"

"Who can persuade these two? Don't give us the silent treatment! Your so year old needs his dose of sweetnets today!"

"You're such a gentleman, Aaron. If it's already come to this, why are you still standing, there? Listen to me, you should just rush up to her, kiss her, and apologize afterwards! Every woman likes it when a man treats her like that!"

"If that doesn't work, then use your manhood and conquer her over! All quarrels must come to an end!"

"These people seem to be talking nonsense up there! Shh, Corny, they're still new to this!"

No matter how fiercely the netizens bombarded the chat, the two in the room still refused to interact with each other..

Ziana didn't finish writing, the score until near the end of the program in the afternoon.

She seemed very tired, and her face didn't look very good. After handing, the score to him, she left immediately.

Aaron picked up the score and read it carefully.

Half an hour later.

His eyes showed a mix of surprise, pity, and a few ounces of relief.

This score was even better than he imagined..

He had already foreseen how shocking the audience and netizens would react to it.

When Aaron met Ziana the next day, he praised her without hesitation.

Ziana's mood returned to normal, "The score is done. You should practice playing, more next."

Aaron agreed, "Today is Wednesday, and Friday is the public performance. Two days should be enough for that. There would be more piano solo parts by then. What about you? Could you get yourself ready in less than two days?"

"I don't need to prepare." Ziana gave a dismissing smile, "You practice your part. We'll go through the rehearsal together tomorrow."