Go Away, I'm a Billionairess Now (Samara and Chaim) novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161 Is It You?

Roland drove the car over very quickly. Samara closed the umbrella and got into the car. The heater in the car wrapped around Samara, making her feel more comfortable.

“It’s raining and cold. How about having fondue to warm your body?”

Samara nodded. “Up to you.”

The car was not hers, nor did she drive the car. So Samara thought she had no right to refuse it.

The restaurant that Roland chose was the best in both taste and environment.

Samara had been in Houston for so long, but she still did not know that there were so many good restaurants.

Just as they sat down, Samara received a call from Gisselle.

Samara glanced at Roland. “I’m sorry, I need to answer a call.”

There was also a pot of orchids in the small private room next to a half–opened window. Samara stood by the side. The wind blew over, bringing with it the fragrance of orchids. It was such an elegant room for having fondue. No one but Roland would

do it.

“What is the matter?”

“Haven’t you recovered from your cold yet, Samara?”

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Gisselle had always been straight to the point. Now that Gisselle had greeted her, Samara knew that Gisselle must need her help. “I’m almost done. I’ll give you three seconds. If you don’t explain it, I’ll hang up.”

“Hey, don’t be in a hurry! I need your help! Samara, after you finish your dinner, can you come to ONE?”

Samara was so angry that she laughed. “Did you ask me, such a patient, to go to the bar?”

“Just come. I don’t need you to do anything important. Just come over and appear in the bar!”

Samara raised her eyebrows. “You lost the bet again, didn’t you?”

Gisselle loved playing games, especially dice games. But she would lose nine out of ten rounds. She didn’t bet on money. Instead, she just liked to bet on some missions.

Samara didn’t know what Gisselle bet on this time, but it was even related to Samara.

Gisselle smiled in embarrassment. “Would you

come?”

“Got it.”

After hanging up the phone, Samara looked down at the pot of orchids in front.

It smelt so good.

The fondue that Roland ordered was simply made. It tasted nothing special, but it was also delicious. It tasted better for the guests to enjoy it with a special sauce offered.

“I’ll go to ONE.”

“I’ll send you there.”

Samara did not know what Gisselle had bet on. Gisselle just needed her to go to ONE. If Thalia knew it, she would probably give

Samara smiled. “I’m just afraid that I may bother you a lot when you are having a good time here.”

Ms. Novak”