Go Away, I’m A Billionairess Now

Go Away, I’m a Billionairess Now By Evie Cole Chapter 66 Cry as You Want

“Where do you want to go?”

Samara looked at Roland for a second. Then she asked, “Do you have a cigarette?”

“Do you want to smoke?”

Samara looked at Roland with her beautiful eyes, half–smiling. He did not ask her why she wanted to smoke but just asked if she wanted to smoke.

Samara smiled and nodded. “Yes.”

Roland looked at her and laughed. Then, he waved at her. “Come here.”

Samara did not move. She pressed the strap of her bag on her shoulder. As she watched Roland turn around and walk out, she said, “I did not say that I would go with you.”

She just wanted to smoke a cigarette.

Hearing her words, Roland smiled. When he smiled, the corners of his beautiful eyes bent upward. His thin lips were slightly curved and there was a hint of evilness in them. If Samara was a little girl who did not know much about the world now, she might have followed him if Roland hooked his finger at her.

Unfortunately, she was not an inexperienced girl.

“Do you want to stand here and smoke?”

Samara was stunned for a moment. Then she realized that she was standing in front of the apartment.

It was indeed not a good place to smoke.

where am I

bag and walked

and glanced at her. “No need to go anywhere in particular. My car is parked in

building.”

he spoke, he walked over to his flashy sports car and opened the door to wait for her. “Get in

at me like that. It makes me

chuckled and sat

around, and sat

from a box in the car, opened it, and handed it to her.

Samara was

his eyebrows and looked at her with a smile in his eyes. “I’ll

took out a cigarette from the

take a smoke. When the cigarette is lit

Samara choked on the first try. The strong smell of smoke choked her and made her tears fall from the corner of

try, Samara did

out an ashtray from the

cigarette in her hand. Roland directly put it out in the ashtray.

her head. “I have a headache

she was not feeling

just choked on the smoke, Samara felt that her idea of smoking was a little

and asked, “Am I

“Let me see.”

found his

come. Roland had put his hand on the back of her head. When she bumped into his

didn’t see the usual indifference and smile in his eyes. When he stared at her,