Go Away, I'm a Billionairess Now (Samara and Chaim) novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162 Samara Must Be Chaym

Everyone present heard what Victor said and was a little surprised. Gisselle did not understand it and asked, “Who is Chaym? When did Samara get involved with comics? Victor, your question was just too unbelievable! Samara has been the worst at drawing since she was young. If she was a cartoonist, others would be called comic masters!”

Victor did not answer Gisselle. He just looked at Samara and asked again, “Ms. Novak, is it you?”

Samara smiled. “Mr. Clayton, your question is indeed surprising.”

As Samara spoke, she paused. “No, it’s not me.”

Gisselle saw that Victor still wanted to ask more about it, so she snorted unhappily, “I am willing to admit defeat. Since Samara came here and answered your question, our bet is over now.”

Gisselle said and pushed Samara to leave. “Alright. Your cold has not recovered yet. Go back and take a rest.”

Victor still tried to continue, but Gisselle gave a dirty look at him.

Samara glanced at Victor indifferently. “Mr. Clayton, if there’s nothing else, I’d like to go back first. Have fun.”

Samara smiled and nodded. She then turned and walked out.

Roland glanced at Victor with mixed feelings. Roland kept silent. Roland only glanced at him and then turned to follow Samara

outside.

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Victor looked at Roland and hurriedly called him, “Hey, Mr. Garza, we haven’t had a drink together for a long time, right? I’m lucky today to meet you here. Why not…”

“Why not meet next time?”

Roland didn’t even turn back. He waved his hand directly. Then he joined the crowd and walked out of the bar with Samara.

Victor couldn’t help but click his tongue. He felt that Roland was much better than Chaim at getting along with girls.

It had to be said that Chaim was indeed suitable for being single forever.

But after thinking about it, Victor decided to tell Chaim about it. After all, Chaim had still been his close friend for thirty years. In Victor’s mind, Chaim was not smart in the love game. Victor knew the story well and couldn’t just watch Chaim suffering

from it.

Victor sighed and took out his phone. Just as he was about to call Chaim, someone suddenly slapped him hard on the shoulder.

Victor’s hand shivered, and his phone almost flew out.

He turned around and saw Gisselle raising her hand at him.

Seeing him turn around, Gisselle looked at Victor with disdain. “What kind of boring questions did you ask? The bet is over. I’m leaving.”

Victor had forgotten about the comic book. It suddenly became popular two years ago. His cousin wanted to ask him for an autograph from the cartoonist, but the company said that Chaym was just doing a part–time job and did not want to sign a