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

lifted her bag and walked up to

at her. “No need to go anywhere in

building.”

walked over to his flashy sports car and opened the door to

seemed to know what she was thinking. “Don’t look at me like that. It makes me

chuckled and sat down in

the car door, went around, and sat in the driver’s

cigarettes from a box in the car, opened it, and handed

was

and looked at her with a

out and took out a cigarette from the box. “Actually, it’s not

cigarette, take a smoke. When the cigarette is lit up, you can smoke however you

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

one try, Samara did not want

took out an ashtray from

directly put it out in the ashtray. Then, he looked

head. “I have a headache from the wind

was sober, but she was not

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

glanced at Roland and asked, “Am I

“Let me see.”

finished speaking, Samara found his looming face in

subconsciously leaned back. The expected pain didn’t come. Roland had put his hand on the back of her head. When she bumped

didn’t see the usual indifference and smile in