Go Away, I’m A Billionairess Now

Chapter 226 Roland Is the Loser

This was a grand banquet. It took nearly two hours just for guests to enter the banquet hall.

By eight o’clock in the evening, almost all the guests had arrived. Samara and Gisselle returned backstage.

Fletcher and Dayton also came, but Samara had no time to entertain them today. She only sald hello to them upon their arrival.

As soon as Samara and Gisselle returned backstage, they saw Fletcher talking to Kadin..

Samara raised her eyebrows and walked over. Kadin and Fletcher ended their conversation upon seeing Samara, and they looked at her. Kadin asked, “Are you tired?”

Kadin was not willing to hold such a banquet because he wanted to keep a low profile. In addition, Samara was the only daughter of the Novak family. It was a tiring thing for Samara. Kadin was reluctant to make his precious daughter tired, so he would rather not do it.

Seeing Fletcher look over, Samara smiled and nodded to him. Then she looked at Kadin and shook her head. “I’m fine, Dad.”

Kadin knew that Samara did not tell the truth, but he just snorted in disbelief and did not ask further.

finished the song. Following that, it was time for Kadin to give a speech on stage and then cut

Novak family walked on stage. Kadin started with thanks to the guests and then formally introduced Samara to everyone, “This

the audience, who was a bit tactful, could tell that

daughter.

guests for more than an hour at the entrance with Gisselle. Most of the guests could guess that Samara was Kadin’s daughter to

now, other than her self–expose previously, no one had ever found out who Kadin’s daughter

though they had already guessed it, the hall was in

the Novak family is! She

though she was facing me sideways, she is so eye–catching among so many people. I was wondering whose daughter was raised so well. I never expected that it was the daughter

heated discussion. On such an occasion, everyone picked

grew broader. After he specially

stood there with a smile on her lips, and said warmly, “Hello everyone, I am Samara. I

and a pair of 4.5–inch–high heels. There was a faint smile on her face

her diplomatic talking, the hostess praised her again, and soon,

hemline of her dress and came up to help. After sharing the cake, it was already half an hour later. It was not until then that Samara had time to go down from

sip of juice, Gisselle came over. “Roland lost,