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

he ask her

and suddenly realized something. She slightly raised her eyebrows, but her

did not expose her. “Then, may I invite you to

he raised his hand to make an invitation gesture

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

Roland invited Samara to dance. Although many people were still talking,

can’t dance, Mr.

but she didn’t want to dance with

matter. You can step on

Samara was speechless.

finished speaking, he reached out and led Samara

couldn’t help but snort. “Roland is

him looking at the dance floor, Victor deliberately asked,

anything, but his

gentle music became

subconsciously let Samara and Roland dance in the middle. The two of them became the focus of

that Chaim did not speak, Victor didn’t

more lively. Victor did not expect that Samara would not only play the

Roland was a sloppy person and did not look reliable, he was a member of the national

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