Go Away, I’m A Billionairess Now

Go Away, I’m A Billionairess Now By Evie Cole Chapter 63

Go Away, I’m a Billionairess Now By Evie Cole Chapter 63 Are You Threatening Me?

At six o’clock in the evening, when it was time to get off, Jimena knocked on the door and came in to remind Samara, “Ms. Novak, the dinner is at six thirty.”

Hearing Jimena’s voice, Samara looked up at her and rubbed her temples slightly. “I got it.”

It would at least take twenty minutes to get to the hotel even without traffic.

Samara turned off the computer. She then picked up her bag and left the office.

Jimena was waiting for her at the door. “Ms. Novak, do you want me to call the driver?”

Samara glanced at Jimena and said, “There’s no need. Let’s get there directly.”

If she really needed to drink at dinner, she could just get a designated driver.

“Alright, Ms. Novak.”

The two of them got to the parking lot on the first floor. Seeing that Jimena followed her over, Samara paused and said, “Drive your own car, Jimena.”

It would be inconvenient if she needed to send Jimena home after drinking.

Jimena was surprised and then walked to her own car.

On the way, Jimena reported to Samara in detail about the representative of the villagers over the phone.

would join the dinner tonight included the mayor of Ellisburg, Trent

Rylance.

up the contract first. The mayor was obviously not simple. He knew what he was doing

said, “He

liked to negotiate

followed others to sign the demolition compensation contract and then scraped it as well. But in fact, it was Luca who asked Trent

“Well, that’s

up. Samara roughly understood what was going on as she said, “Great, I see

Ms. Novak.

“See you.”

traffic was light today. In less than twenty–five minutes, Samara’s car arrived at the entrance

of the private room, there were still two minutes before

time.

door open,

Novak, the manager of Elephant Group. Mr. Silva had an emergency

he sent me over to have a meeting with you on his behalf. I’m

I came here. I’m

the other hand, did not show any displeasure on his face. Instead, he smiled and led Samara into

look with each other. Trent’s expression returned to normal. “Don’t be so formal, Ms. Novak. We agreed to meet at six thirty. You are not late at all, Ms. Novak.

Rylance,

the same age. Both of them were in their late forties. Before Jimena came here, she already

When the wine was served, she toasted, “Mr. Rylance and Mr. Rylance, sorry to

spoke, Samara drank it all

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