Go Away, I’m A Billionairess Now

Go Away, I’m A Billionairess Now By Evie Cole Chapter 143

Chapter 143 Don’t Make Me Repeat Myself

“Why?” asked Chaim as he looked at Samara.

“Because after three years, even a dog would have feelings for me. But you did nothing but lie to me and watch your family bully me.”

As Samara spoke, she snorted coldly, “I am not happy with this. Chaim, don’t forget. You owe me!” All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

After she finished speaking, she reached out and grabbed the document in his hand. She threw it away and added, “You want to buy three years of my life with 44 million dollars. Are you delusional? Scram! Don’t make me repeat myself!”

The document fell to the ground and made an uncomfortable noise in the corridor, just like the word “scram” that Samara had

said.

Samara was the first person who had ever dared to say “scram” to Chaim.

His face immediately stiffened and turned cold as he stared at Samara. He wanted to curse back, but when he noticed her emotionless eyes, he was surprised.

Samara turned around and returned to the room, slamming the door shut.

In the corridor, Chaim was left alone standing at the door of Samara’s apartment.

The loud sound of the door closing seemed to be telling him to get lost. Chaim glanced at the closed door and turned to leave

with a dark face.

Walking to the folder, Chaim paused before bending down to pick it up.

Returning to his car, he felt uncomfortable thinking of Samara’s words. Did she mean he was heartless?

She even said he was daydreaming.

Did Samara think that he would not dare to touch her just because she was Kadin’s woman?

Gisselle did not expect Samara to suddenly push the door open and enter. Gisselle was eavesdropping. When she saw Samara throw away the document, Gisselle felt amazing. Gisselle wished Samara could slap Chaim.

Just as Gisselle thought of that, Samara suddenly turned around and pushed the door open.

Gisselle knocked on the door and retreated. She stood there and looked at Samara guiltily. “I didn’t eavesdrop, Samara.”

Entering the room, Samara looked less cold. She glanced at Gisselle indifferently. “So, you were doing yoga at the door just now?”

“Yeah, I just learned a new posture, so…”

Samara couldn’t be bothered with her nonsense and said, “Alright, I’m in a foul mood and don’t want to argue with you.”

Gisselle looked at Samara and asked, “Are you feeling unwell?”

Samara did not say anything and poured herself a cup of water. She sat on the sofa and lowered her head to drink.

She had divorced Chaim. However, she had been in love with him for so many years and had been his wife for three years. The disappointment was one thing, but affection was another.

Her feelings for him couldn’t disappear all of a sudden.

Samara was just human, so she felt awful, but the anger was stronger.

She had never been insulted like this in her entire life.

When they divorced, she left with nothing but didn’t complain. Now that Camille was back, Chaim said he wanted to compensate Samara.

Were three years of Samara’s life less valuable than the 44 million dollars?

Did Chaim want Samara to let Camille go?

Then Samara wouldn’t give him what he wanted.

Samara cleared her head, took her phone from the side, and logged into Twitter.

He didn’t want things to get out of control?

Then Samara would make things worse!

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