Go Away, I'm a Billionairess Now (Samara and Chaim) novel Chapter 211

Chapter 211 It’s Over Just Like That?

When Samara kept silent, Gisselle panicked and pulled on Samara’s sleeve. “Samara, why don’t you hit me?”

Samara looked so pitiful.

Hearing Gisselle’s words, Samara came to her senses and looked around her. “You’re so weak. Then you tell me where I can hit

you.”

Gisselle was speechless.

Come on! Don’t look down on me! thought Gisselle.

Samara didn’t want to bother Gisselle. Regardless of whether Chaim knew or not, she had already said everything clearly

tonight. From now on, they had nothing to do with each other.

He went his

way, and she would go hers.

She could not forget what she had just said.

If she were to argue with Gisselle about this matter now, wouldn’t she go against her own words?

Samara raised her hand to pinch Gisselle’s face and snorted, “Have you eaten?”

When Gisselle saw Samara raise her hand just now, she thought that Samara would hit her without caring about their friendship and then subconsciously raised her hands to cover her head.

If you want to hit me, it’s okay. But don’t beat me hard! Gisselle thought to herself.

However, unexpectedly, Samara only pinched her face. Then, Gisselle heard Samara ask her if she had eaten.

Gisselle was stunned and wondered, it’s over just like that?

“No, no.”

Samara pretended to look at her in disgust. “I’ve brought some food. It’s over at Thalia’s place. Go eat.”

Hearing that, Gisselle suddenly regretted what she said that day. “I’m sorry, Samara. I was wrong.”

“You can cry, but don’t wipe your snot on me.”

Gisselle was lost for words.

What Samara said stopped Gisselle’s tears.

Gisselle got up from Samara and said, “Then I’m going to eat.”

As soon as she finished speaking, her stomach made a rumbling sound.

Samara was amused by Gisselle, glancing at her, and asked, “Is your stomach protesting?”

Samara followed behind her and slowly walked over. Thalia saw that Samara had returned and still did not give up. “Samara, are you not going to consider helping me?”

Gisselle was confused. “Help you with what?”

“Tonight, I organized an activity called Queen’s Day and invited a lot of people to come back for the show tonight, but I haven’t found the ‘queen‘ candidate yet!”

Samara reached out for a glass of fruit juice and pretended not to hear it.

What? I can earn money from it… Gisselle wondered.

Gisselle’s eyes immediately lit up. “How much can you earn tonight?”

“At least 50 thousand dollars.”

“What?”

Gisselle snorted. “Deal!”