Go Away, I’m A Billionairess Now

Chapter 254 He Falls for Samara

The middle-aged man whose wrist was clutched cried out in pain. He wailed exasperatedly for someone to settle accounts with

Chaim. Then Chaim exerted more force in his hand, making the man suffer. The man sobered up instantly, chickened out, and

apologized.

Chaim let go of his hand, and the man immediately fled while holding his wrist.

The man soon was nowhere to be seen, leaving only Samara and Chaim in the long corridor.

Chaim read the two hundred messages one by one, which recorded every bit of Samara’s love and affection for him for the past twelve years.

Seeing Samara now, Chaim could not describe how he was feeling right now.

Chaim looked at Samara with a complicated expression. He wanted to tell her about the phone, yet he didn’t in the end. Chaim blinked and, for once in a lifetime, he expressed his concern about her. He said, “Were you scared?”

Samara shook her head. “No. Thank you, Mr. Humphrey.”

Samara looked at him. Although there was a smile on her face, the alienation in her eyes was more than obvious.

“I’m sorry.” Chaim slightly pursed his lips.

Chaim apologized again.

Samara raised her eyebrows. “It’s nothing. My secretary is waiting for me at the door. I’ll get going.”

Samara spoke, she smiled and turned to

stood in situ and looked at Samara’s back. The gloominess that

instant.

had to admit that he

for her came out of the blue,

it.

at the entrance of the hotel, while Jimena was already waiting

She walked

and got

was driven slowly

head to look at the traffic outside the window. follow Alaniniz(dot)com For Latest Update Thinking about what had happened

the first time we’ve seen each other so peacefully since

unbelievable. She

minutes later, the car came to a

was at the side,

Jimena’s voice, Samara slowly

wine she had an hour ago started

drunk. Looking out the window at the familiar

glad that she closed

of the car, and just as she reached the apartment building, she saw

Roland for about five days since last week morning when

“Have you been drinking?”

her,

her eyebrows. “Mr. Garza, what’s