Go Away, I’m A Billionairess Now

Chapter 122 The Most Disgusting Villain

After so many things had happened tonight, Samara was a little exhausted. She did not speak again, and Roland did not say anything. The car quieted down.

Their car passed by a downtown area, and Roland asked, “Do you want something to eat?”

Samara tilted her head and glanced at the scene outside. “Maybe next time.”

She preferred to go home to take a nice, warm bath and go to sleep for now.

By the time he parked the car at the roadside of her apartment, it was already past eleven o’clock in the evening.

Samara unfastened her seat belt and tilted her head to look at Roland. “Thank you for tonight. You don’t have to get off.”

Hearing her words, Roland paused. He retracted his hands from the seat beat, placed them on the steering wheel, tapped the steering wheel, and looked at her through the half–open window. “Samara, when will it be next time?”

Samara, who was just about to turn around, was slightly stunned when she heard his words. She then realized what he meant and smiled, “That depends on when I’ll meet you again, Mr. Garza.”

As she spoke, she raised her hand and waved at him. Without saying anything else, she turned around and walked in the direction of the apartment.

the elevator in

and thought of the

opened. Samara collected her

soon as she walked out

thought, well,

mouth and sneered. She expressionlessly walked

you waiting for

she was speaking, she was smiling, but there was no smile in her clear eyes at all.

were cold.

this before. In the past,

ever since we divorced, she always looks like

makes me feel that for her, I’m just a stranger. Heck, I’m even like an enemy in her

except that something is weighing me down and choking me. It’s a

it’s making

you

immediately smiled, “What do I want? Mr. Humphrey, don’t you

admit it, Chaim immediately pulled a long face. “You were the one who got the reporters there. You said those words. You