Go Away, I'm a Billionairess Now (Samara and Chaim)
Chapter 65

Go Away, I'm a Billionairess Now By Evie Cole Chapter 65 You Are My Hobby, Ms. Novak

Serena also saw Samara. She subconsciously glanced at Chaim and blurted out, "Chaim, is that Samara?" Chaim did not speak, but his eyes were filled with coldness.

Samara quickly took her eyes off them. She walked past Serena and Chaim, as if she did not see them at all.

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Roland slightly curled up his lips as he glanced at Chaim with a meaningful look. Then, he walked away to catch up

with Samara.

Watching the two of them leave together, Chaim withdrew his gaze and then looked at Serena coldly.

Serena finally got a chance to return home. She was afraid that Chaim would ask the Dawson family to send her abroad again. Seeing Chaim's gaze, Serena felt guilty and said, "Chaim, she..."

"Don't call me Chaim."

Serena froze for a moment when she heard Chaim's words. Her face turned pale.

"Ms. Novak."

Jimena had already called for a designated driver. The driver would be here in ten minutes.

Samara nodded. The night wind in February was as chilly as ice. Standing in the wind, Samara felt sober. She stood at the entrance of the hotel and looked at a car not far away, absent-minded. Jimena was slightly surprised when she saw Roland. "Mr. Garza.”

Roland glanced at Samara and asked, "Did you call for a designated driver?"

"Yes."

Jimena knew that Samara did not have any feelings for Roland. Roland was a playboy. Ten days ago, Kadin had called Jimena and asked her to be careful of Roland.

So now when Roland asked Jimena, Jimena briefly responded to him and did not say anything else.

Roland raised his eyebrows slightly and gave Samara a meaningful look. But he did not ask anything else either.

Suddenly, Jimena noticed that Samara did not look well and walked to her. "Ms. Novak, doing else either.

Hearing her words, Samara came back to her senses and shook her head. "No."

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Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Roland. Samara smiled slightly, "Are you also waiting for your driver, Mr. Garza?"

Staring at Samara's beautiful eyes, Roland said lightly, "I'm just here to stay with you."

Samara chuckled. "Is that some kind of your hobby, Mr. Garza?"

Roland looked at her and said, "You are my hobby, Ms. Novak. You should know that."

Samara looked at him and said nothing in response. Her smile faded a little bit.

At this time, the driver arrived. Samara glanced at Roland and said, "See you, Mr. Garza."

As she spoke, Samara had already walked to the car and got into the back seat.

It wasn't until Samara's car drove away that Jimena got into the car and asked the driver to start the car.

The air was quite stuffy in the car. Samara could not help but roll down the window. The wind poured in and hit her face like a stinging slap, which made her feel badly hurt. But not only did her face hurt, but her heart also did.

"You so fail, Samara."

Samara cursed herself in her heart. She closed her eyes and let the alcohol in her body resist the cold wind.

The wind blew to her face all the way until she reached her apartment. She finally had a headache.

Samara took the car key from the driver. She rubbed her temples and sent a message to Jimena before she entered the elevator.

The elevator was also stuffy. When she reached the second floor, Samara suddenly wanted to have a cigarette.

She had never smoked before, but she had seen Gisselle occasionally smoke.

Samara had just walked out of the apartment when she heard someone call out to her.

She looked up and found that it was Roland. "Mr. Garza?"

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