Go Away, I’m A Billionairess Now

Chapter 76 Just 150 Million Dollars

After all, Kadin was the president of a group, and his schedule was full all day long. It was not easy for his secretary to help him spare a day to come to Chicago for his precious daughter. Kadin did not expect that such a thing would happen.

If Kadin hadn’t had an important dinner tomorrow and had to go back to Chicago tonight, he would have waited for Jimena to find out who was the rumormonger and taken Samara to him to settle accounts.

But Kadin not only had an important dinner party tomorrow but also a meeting. Kadin had to go back after dinner.

Samara had a business dinner tonight, and she could not drive Kadin to the airport.

Before Kadin left, he ordered Jimena to tell him immediately after finding out the rumormonger.

Samara promised again and again before Kadin got into his van that had been waiting at the entrance of the hotel.

Walking Kadin into the van, Samara got into Jimena’s car and was ready to go to the business dinner tonight.

In early March, there was still a nip in the air in Chicago, and the night breeze was chilly.

Samara was wearing a dark brown strapless dress and a brown fur coat. The car stopped at the entrance of the hotel. She took off her coat and walked in in her black high heels.

It was a business dinner, so the guests were all businessmen.

Samara was not surprised to meet Chaim.

the so–called affair. Meeting him again after

she had been disappointed, so she

she walked into the party holding

exaggerated, and most eye–catching. It was simple and elegant, and

under her knees, and

Samara who was talking and laughing with a

had played the role of a goad wife for three years. Now, after

wait to reveal

Chaim. If not for that night, she wouldn’t have been lucky enough to be his wife

years.

head and

of social interaction. Moreover, she came as an

conversations were pleasant.

a glass of red wine when

said, “Ms. Novak, you

a playboy, much worse than Roland. Roland was not loyal, but he

He would pester whoever

perfunctorily, “Thank you, Mr. Pineda. My friend is over there.

don’t go. There is something I want