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.”

why didn’t you agree to any of the

he ask

thought of the bouquet she never received and suddenly realized something. She slightly raised her eyebrows, but

may I invite

his hand to make

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

dance. Although many people were still talking, their focus

can’t dance, Mr.

but she didn’t want to

doesn’t matter. You

Samara was speechless.

Roland finished speaking, he reached out and led Samara to

help

Victor looked away at Chaim beside him. Seeing him looking at the dance floor, Victor deliberately asked, “Do you

not say anything, but his face was quite

the gentle music became cheerful, and Samara, who

Roland dance in the middle. The two of them

Chaim did not speak, Victor didn’t bother

floor was getting more and more lively. Victor did not expect that Samara would

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

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