Go Away, I'm a Billionairess Now (Samara and Chaim) novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117 This Is Very Cool

Samara did not walk very fast. Roland caught up with her in a few steps. Roland tilted his head and looked at Samara. Roland asked her with a half–smile, “Are you feeling better?”

Hearing his words, Samara turned around to look at Roland and chuckled. “Actually, I don’t feel very uncomfortable.”

Samara thought, I just can’t stand it.

But, thinking of the way Chaim looked at me before I left, I feel so good.

In the three years of our marriage, he seemed to have never looked at me carefully.

In the Humphrey family, whenever I had a conflict with Gloria and Serena, the first thing he said was to let me apologize to them.

Every time he looked at me, his gaze was very cold, different from his gaze just now. There seemed to be disbelief and anger in his gaze. It seemed that he wanted to kill me.

Thinking about this, Samara felt somewhat happy.

Samara thought that she had changed. In the past, Samara could have gritted her teeth and endured everything as long as Chaim had looked at her. Now, Samara felt that she would only be happy when Chaim was unhappy.

There might be unwillingness or hatred born from love, but Samara did not deny it.

However, Samara felt so happy after avenging Chaim.

Thinking of this, Samara couldn’t help but smile. Even when she looked at Roland, there was a bit of a smile in her eyes. “Thank you.”

Samara thought, if Roland hadn’t brought me over, I really wouldn’t have wanted to cause such a scene tonight.

Looking at the smile on her face, Roland also beamed..

They walked to the car. Samara looked up at Roland. “Mr. Garza, do you mind sending me back?”

“I don’t mind. But…”

Roland paused for a moment. “Are you interested in doing something bad with me?”

“What kind of bad thing?”

Roland did not say anything. He only smiled at Samara mysteriously and then pulled her wrist. “Come with me.”

Samara did not refuse and followed him to the side.

Roland did not go far. He only took a few steps before he stopped. He turned back and smiled at Samara. “Do you know whose

car this is?”

Samara glanced at the car plate. She couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows. “It’s Chaim’s.”

Chaim probably had a mania for numbers. His license plate number was easy to remember. Samara had seen his car plate so

many times that she could recognize it at a glance.

He suddenly took out a small saber from his pocket and handed it to Samara. “Do you want to slash the tires?”