Go Away, I'm a Billionairess Now (Samara and Chaim) novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91 The Begged Love Is Not Worth It

Samara rejected the idea at first, However, Thalia and Gisselle kept talking beside her. In the end, Samara couldn’t take it anymore. She hurriedly finished her meal and went to the hotel lobby to wait.

This was the first time Samara had done something so stupid.

Thalia said something to the front desk lady. After the three of them sat down for a while, the front desk lady served hot tea and snacks.

Gisselle tsked. “The service here is pretty good.”

Samara glanced at Thalia. “I’m only waiting for fifteen minutes.”

If Roland could not be seen fifteen minutes later, then they were just unlucky.

When Thalia heard her words, her expression changed slightly. “Isn’t fifteen minutes a little too short?”

Samara looked at her and smiled faintly. “Or should I leave now?”

Thalia quickly reached out and pressed her down. “I think fifteen minutes is enough, enough!”

Samara was amused by her. She didn’t know when Thalia became addicted to earning money. When she was in school, Thalia’s life goal was to marry a rich guy who was well–matched in social status. Then, Thalia could have a carefree life her whole life.

Unexpectedly, in just a few years, Thalia’s goal changed, and she became so ambitious.

Since Samara was idle, she couldn’t help but ask, “What happened to you recently?

“Why do you suddenly want to earn money so much?”

Thalia, who had just taken a sip of juice, choked. Gisselle, who was at the side, said, “Hey, what’s wrong with that? It’s because she saw you suffer in the Humphrey family these past few years! Thalia suddenly felt that it was unrealistic to marry and rely on a rich guy and that it was better to earn more money and retire early.”

Thalia, who had just calmed down, said, “This is the reason.”

Samara looked at the two of them and couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows. “Then it seems that my failed marriage has some reference for you.”

As they chatted, the elevator doors not far away opened with a “ding” sound. Roland, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, walked out of the elevator with his secretary beside him. At first glance, he really looked like an elite. His cold and indifferent look, paired with his aloof yet sexy eyes, carried a sense of abstinence.