The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress Divorcee By Vera Whitehead Chapter 46 Chapter 46 She's not Your Wife "F**k? Am I mature enough to watch this?" "I'm sorry, Miss Scott. I laughed too loudly just now! I'm announcing that you are my only idol, so if this kind of video exists, can you share it with me again?" "Oh, my G*d! These abs are too mouthwatering! I want to chew!" "Why have I never seen this kind of video on Tik Tok? Is it because I'm not a rich woman?" "I'm so envious of the rich woman! This cute guy twists so well. Look at his waist and buttock…" People made comments. It was Tik Tok on Ziana's phone. She had spent much time on this application and knew many dance Tik Tokers were on it. Before officially choreographing, she had to make some preparations. In the past ten years, Ziana had not been particularly exposed to dance and had very little experience, but by watching other people dance, she could quickly learn what she needed. Unexpectedly, she found a lot of videos that suited her taste just by searching for dance. Big data really knew her best. The first video showed a man with abs dancing hip-hop, s*xy and sassy, with sweat flying down his tan arms, making people's scalps numb. The second video was a man in a suit twisting his hips. The movement was simple, but his aloofness and stirring feeling were perfect. It made people want to throw him down. The third video showed a man in a costume dancing a folk dance gracefully, as fast as a hare, with emotions in his eyes. People talked dirty in the comment section. Before Susan knew it, she had been on the seventh one. She couldn't help but swallow. Because the voice was a bit loud, it disturbed Ziana. She raised her head and smiled when she saw it was Susan. Ziana invited her, "Sit down and Watch?" It was really embarrassing. Susan shook her head, "No, I'll arrange the music." After she finished speaking, she flew away. Ziana didn't react too much and continued to browse the video. It was at noon soon. Before Ziana got tired of it, the comment section blew up. "Seriously? I'm back from a few other live stream channels, and is Ziana still watching these men dancing? Didn't she say she would finish the choreography by tomorrow? Now does she just slack off? I'm so disappointed!" "Even a fool knows she is bragging. It's so annoying." Nell was puzzled, "But didn't Miss Scott block you on WhatsApp?" Boris suddenly gave him a hard look, "Couldn't she unblock me?" Nell was scared and echoed, "Miss Scott still cares about you. You're very important to Miss Scott." Boris felt relieved, "She's really annoying." Nell lowered his head, "Mr. Lewis, please have lunch first." Twenty minutes later. Nell left with the lunch box, and Boris immediately watched the live stream again. Unfortunately, there would be no Ziana on the screen. Boris didn't know where she went, but he remembered that she would take a lunch break at this point when they were at home. Boris also planned to rest for a while. But when he glanced at the screen from the corner of his eye, he saw some interesting comments and raised his brows involuntarily. "That new user, idubvjk, must be a newly registered alternative account. Is he a coward? Why are you so silent, loser?" "How dare you to steal my wife with a couple of bucks? Do you want to pretend to be the top man with your 360-dollar salary?" Boris didn't know the user idubvjk was him at first, but after combining the content, he realized he was involved in this fun. Seeing that Steven asked him out in the comment section, Boris typed. "Correct. She is not your wife but mine." Diagnosed with terminal cancer and given three months to live, she starts taking revenge on those who hurt her. Then, a call from the doctor reveals it was a misdiagnosis!