Go Away, I'm a Billionairess Now (Samara and Chaim) novel Chapter 212

Chapter 212 Hannah Cotton

Ever since that night, Samara had not seen Roland for almost a week.

After Samara and Chaim divorced, Roland would often appear in front of her. This time, he hadn’t come to her for a week. She knew that Roland had run out of patience that night.

In the past, she had heard people say that Roland was fickle in love, but he had good taste because the girlfriends he had were all top–grade beauties.

Samara was not familiar with Roland in the past and did not have much interaction with him. If Gisselle had not gossiped about him to her, she would not know about these things.

From this, sometimes rumors were quite right.

Since Samara was young, she had seen many beauties like Mary, her grandmother, and her aunt, thus her taste in beauty had long been raised.

But today, the new girlfriend beside Roland still surprised Samara.

That girl was good–looking.

But no matter how beautiful that girl was, Samara couldn’t keep staring at her. Then she retracted her gaze and grinned at Roland, “Mr. Garza.”

Roland glanced at her and also smiled, “Ms. Novak.”

However, compared to what happened that night, this faint “Ms. Novak” sounded a little distant.

Samara was a smart person. Previously, everyone knew that Roland was asking her out. Now that Roland already had a new girlfriend, he naturally had to distance himself from her, which, in Samara’s eyes, was reasonable.

Samara believed that Roland was indeed a good boyfriend and could be considerate to his girlfriend.

On the contrary, Gisselle, who had caught up, saw the woman beside Roland and her face changed. Then she could not help but snort, “Mr. Garza, long time no see. This young lady looks unfamiliar. Your new girlfriend?”

Gisselle’s words were harsh. Then Samara looked at her and reminded, “Gisselle.”

Gisselle curled the corners of her lips, feeling a little bit angry.

At this time, the beauty next to Roland suddenly beamed and reached out her hand to Samara. “Ms. Novak, hello. My name is Hannah Cotton. I have admired you for a long time.”

Samara wore a lighter smile. “No, I still have something to do. Please excuse me.”

“Samara, what’s going on? Isn’t Roland asking you out?”

Gisselle was dumbfounded. She recovered from the shock and could not help but spit, “This jerk.”