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

and walked up to

and glanced at her. “No need to go anywhere

building.”

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

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

and sat down in the

car door, went around, and sat

the car, opened it, and handed it to her. “Can

Samara was

with a smile in his eyes.

this, he reached out and took out a cigarette from the box.

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

the first try. The strong smell of smoke choked her and made her tears fall from the corner of her eyes. She did

did not want to smoke

from the side. “Give it

her hand. Roland directly put it out in the ashtray. Then, he looked at her.

have a headache from the wind when

was sober, but she was not feeling

smoke, Samara felt that

Roland and asked, “Am I

“Let me see.”

as he finished speaking, Samara found his looming

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

Samara didn’t see the usual indifference and smile in his eyes. When he