Go Away, I'm a Billionairess Now (Samara and Chaim) novel Chapter 54

Go Away, I’m a Billionairess Now By Evie Cole Chapter 54 Do You Need My Help?

Samara had come here today to complete the bet, so she was not interested in the items that would be auctioned tonight.

Beside her, Roland did not say anything and did not seem to be interested in anything.

However, his gaze was obvious. Samara could not help but look at him. “Mr. Garza, you don’t like anything here?”

“Yes, I do.”

His beautiful eyes curved slightly. Roland picked up the mineral water beside him and slowly unscrewed it to take a sip. Only then did he look at her with a smirk, saying slowly, “But what I like can’t be auctioned.”

He meant something. Samara smiled and pretended not to understand. “Oh, what a pity.”

“What about you?”

He asked and turned the number plate in his hand.

Samara wanted to say no, but the snuff bottle on the big screen made her interested.

“This snuff bottle is quite nice to look at.”

Kadin liked to collect snuff bottles. When Samara saw it, she felt Kadin should like it.

In a few days, Kadin would be coming to Chicago. It would be good if she won it and gave him a small surprise.

Well, she was such a filial daughter.

Roland raised his eyebrows and became interested. “Ms. Novak, you like it?”

Samara tilted her head and looked at him. “My father should like it.”

“I see.”

Roland nodded and glanced at her, but he did not say anything.

This snuff bottle had a history. The starting price was 400 thousand dollars.

Not many people were interested, and after a few rounds of bidding, the price reached 430 thousand dollars.

Samara raised the sign after a few seconds of silence. The auctioneer glanced at her. “This young lady bids 460 thousand dollars. 460 thousand dollars going once…”

As soon as the auctioneer finished speaking, Chaim raised his sign not far away. The auctioneer stopped the hammer again. “500 thousand dollars going once…”

Roland narrowed his eyes and tilted his head to look at Samara. “Do you need my help?”

Samara knew the value of this snuff bottle. It would be too high if the price was over 500 thousand dollars.

“520 thousand dollars! This young lady gives 520 thousand dollars! 520 thousand dollars going once!”

“530 thousand dollars! This gentleman gives 530 thousand dollars!”

They both raised the price as if they were competing, and the price of the small snuff bottle actually reached 660

thousand dollars.

Samara snorted, put down the sign, and did not intend to bid for it anymore.

Hearing her words, Roland could not help but laugh and put away the sign. “I will listen to you.”