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.

am I supposed

bag and

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

building.”

his flashy sports car and opened the door to wait for her. “Get in the

glanced at him. Roland seemed to know what she was thinking. “Don’t look at me like that. It makes me feel like I’m abducting a naive little

sat

went around,

a box in the car,

Samara was very

with a smile

and took out a

cigarette is lit up, you can smoke however

it, but Samara choked on the first try. The strong smell of smoke choked her and made her tears fall from the corner of her eyes. She did not know what was so good about

Samara did not want

took out an ashtray from

cigarette in her hand. Roland directly put it out in the ashtray. Then, he looked at her. “You are not happy. Do you

her head. “I have a headache from the wind when

but she was not

Samara felt that her idea of

and asked, “Am

“Let me see.”

found his looming

didn’t come. Roland had put his hand on the back of her

the usual indifference and smile in his eyes. When he stared at her,