Go Away, I'm a Billionairess Now (Samara and Chaim)

Read Go Away, I’m a Billionairess Now By Evie Cole Chapter 50 – Samara Makes a Bet With Roland

In the break room.

Samara looked at Roland, who was walking toward her with a pair of beautiful eyes, and slightly raised her eyebrows. “How did you know that I am here?”

While she was speaking, Roland had already walked in front of her. His chiseled face suddenly leaned closer to Samara. Under his tall nose, Roland’s thin and red lips were smiling. His eyes were long and charming. Roland looked at Samara with a half–smile and said, “Someone told me that the scenery at the racecourse was especially beautiful today, so I came to take a look.”

Roland paused for a moment and continued, “The scenery at the racecourse today is really good.”

Roland’s eyes were too charming, and Samara felt her face red when she met his gaze.

She slightly turned her gaze away and tightened the lid of the mineral water in her hand. “My friend is waiting for

me.”

After that, she raised her leg and walked out.

Roland smiled lightly and followed her.

They went out together. When she saw Roland, Gisselle was stunned for a moment. She walked up to Samara and asked, “Why is he here?”

“I don’t know.”

She didn’t own the racecourse. If Roland wanted to come, she could not stop him.

Samara got on the horse. She was here to relax today, not to find trouble. “I’m going for a round.”

she clamped her legs against the

on the horse to chase after Samara, who disappeared in front of Roland

also mounted

Samara thought that Gisselle had caught up, but when

it was

in an elegant style. He wore a light brown vest outside his white shirt. Sitting on the horse, he was very handsome and

over, Roland ogled her.

horse for ten years. Every time she went out with Kadin, she was

horse and stopped. “Mr. Garza, how do you want

the white pavilion in the distance? Whoever arrives

bet?” Samara

you will accompany me to an auction next week. If I lose, I won’t take the initiative to look

week.”

raised her head and smiled,

at her and said, “3, 2,

speaking, the two horses dashed

The feeling of the wind blowing across her face made her feel

had imagined. He followed closely behind, sometimes 1.5 feet

admit defeat. She frowned a bit and fiercely whipped the

Samara was proud of herself, but just as she smiled, the red

urged the horse,

had already stopped the horse. He turned around and looked

lost.”