Go Away, I’m A Billionairess Now

Go Away, I’m a Billionairess Now By Evie Cole Chapter 7 Chaim Is Not Worth Her Tears

“I’ll go home after I’m done with the matters here.”

Kadin, who was on the other end of the line, felt bitter for Samara. He said, “Alright, your mom and I will wait for you. Take care of yourself well.”

“Okay.”

After hanging up, Samara raised her hands to cover her face.

She had grown up, yet she still made her parents worry so much. It was all because of a man like Chaim.

Samara felt extremely regretful. She was not a good daughter at all.

Gisselle took the phone and didn’t disturb Samara. She knew that Samara was upset, and it was better to leave her alone for a while.

Samara calmed herself down after five minutes. She took the tissue and wiped her tears as she asked Gisselle in a hoarse voice, “I need Alven’s help. His employees are good at marketing, right?”

Gisselle’s cousin, Alven Pineda, was at the helm of Wonder Entertainment. With lots of

workers being responsible for marketing online, the company’s artists gained huge fan

bases soon.

Gisselle was stunned for a moment. Then, she took out her phone hurriedly. “Hold on.

I’ll call him right now.”

“OK,” Samara replied.

turned to look at Ansoft Technology outside

How did she think that she could enter

Fortunately, she had realized her mistake. She did not know Chaim, let

felt relieved. At least she had tried.

Chaim and Serena had to pay the price for what they had done to

years.

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Gisselle turned around

outside the window

could tell that Samara

out to

I want to

and cast a glance at Samara. “It

a few days because of Happy’s death when

spent three years trying to gain his heart, and it turned

gave him up. She was determined not to feel

of him anymore.

shocked at Samara’s words. Wasn’t

Chaim treated Samara occurred to Gisselle. She wondered, well, as a husband, Chaim was

is right. Chaim is not worth

fall into a black depression,

had

was less than ten o’clock in the evening when Samara went into her room to go

her, Gisselle kept arguing with others in the online chat group and

in the morning. As

nine o’clock the