Go Away, I’m A Billionairess Now

Chapter 257 I’d Love to

Natalee was embarrassed. She forced a smile and said, “Okay, let’s eat.”

Samara withdrew her hand, lowered her head, and unhurriedly scooped a plate of soup for Natalee. Then, she scooped another plate for herself.

Natalee did not say anything else. She did not know what else to say.

Samara did not say anything either. All one could hear was the jingle of their cutlery in the private room.

Natalee found it hard to swallow the food, She just had a few bites before she totally lost her appetite.

Samara had a good appetite. All the dishes she ordered were palatable. She ate to her heart’s content.

Natalee had already stopped eating long ago. Looking at Samara, who was sitting opposite her and eating with relish, Natalee got a lot of feelings.

Samara slowly finished the food on her plate. Then, she took a sip of the soup and wiped her hands with a napkin. After that, she picked up the tea cup beside her and took a few sips. Finally, she picked up the jewelry that Natalee had placed in front of her and placed it in front of Natalee. “Mrs. Humphrey, this is for the next Mrs. Humphrey. You gave this to the wrong person.”

When Samara said this, a faint smile played on her face. However, her voice took on a colder tone.

Natalee’s face stiffened. “Samara, you love Chaim very much, don’t you?”

“Right, I loved him very much.”

for a moment. “I did love

you want to persuade me to get back with Chaim, then I don’t think there is a need for you to do so. I, Samara, always do what I say. The Humphrey family is out of my league,

Humphrey family, only Eric dared to order her around. When Samara married into the Humphrey

“Why, why do you have to make

“I’d love to!”

make things difficult for

“I still have work to do. I’ll take

“Samara…”

to stay longer, but Samara left without

Samara heard some disgusting words, she knew that Natalee would not ask her

a successful

looked down at her watch. It was almost half past seven, so she did

beg you, please help

her head, a girl suddenly pounced at

the buttons on her shirt collar had been ripped off. Her hair was a

only one shoe on her feet. Obviously,

not a saint, but the girl had pounced on

Well, she looked pitiful.

feet. The door of the private room not far away was opened, and a middle–aged

cold, and she blocked the