Go Away, I’m A Billionairess Now

Read Go Away, I’m a Billionairess Now By Evie Cole Chapter 43 – I Can’t Dance

Seeing that she was serious, Gisselle did not mention Roland.

Roland was not a good man anyway, so it was better not to talk about him.

However, Roland pursued Samara even more. The artificial flowers differed in kind every day. He also mentioned Samara on his Instagram every day. However, Samara was quite calm.

At the Thursday dinner, Samara wore a sexy black dress, which attracted a lot of attention as soon as she entered.

Gisselle came over to join in the fun. When she saw Roland walk over, she pulled Samara. “Samara, look at your nine.”

Samara tilted her head and looked over. When she saw Roland, she frowned.

“Ms. Novak”

In less than two seconds, Roland was in front of her.

Roland was wearing a red suit today, which made his face look even more attractive.

Samara smiled. “Mr. Garza.‘

“Are the flowers I sent not good?”

Roland took a sip of red wine and looked at her with his narrow eyes.

“They are.”

you agree to

ask

bouquet she never received and suddenly realized something. She slightly raised her eyebrows, but her expression did not change. “I’m sorry, Mr. Garza. I’ve been

expose her. “Then, may I

he raised his hand

her hand and stood aside to watch the show. Everyone in Chicago knew

many people were

can’t dance, Mr.

dance, but she didn’t want

matter. You can

Samara was speechless.

Roland finished speaking, he reached out and led Samara to the

couldn’t help but snort. “Roland

away at Chaim beside him. Seeing him looking at the dance floor, Victor deliberately asked,

anything, but his face

getting more harmonious. Gradually, the gentle music became cheerful, and Samara, who said she

people on the dance floor subconsciously let Samara and Roland dance in the middle.

Chaim did not speak, Victor didn’t bother to

not expect that Samara would

did not look reliable, he was a member of the national dance team. It was only after Roland

faster, and their dance became more beautiful. The hem of Samara’s long dress was raised again and