Read Go Away, I’m a Billionairess Now By Evie Cole Chapter 50 – Samara Makes a Bet With Roland
In the break room.
Samara looked at Roland, who was walking toward her with a pair of beautiful eyes, and slightly raised
her eyebrows. “How did you know that I am here?”
While she was speaking, Roland had already walked in front of her. His chiseled face suddenly leaned
closer to Samara. Under his tall nose, Roland’s thin and red lips were smiling. His eyes were long and
charming. Roland looked at Samara with a half–smile and said, “Someone told me that the scenery at
the racecourse was especially beautiful today, so I came to take a look.”
Roland paused for a moment and continued, “The scenery at the racecourse today is really good.”
Roland’s eyes were too charming, and Samara felt her face red when she met his gaze.
She slightly turned her gaze away and tightened the lid of the mineral water in her hand. “My friend is
waiting for
me.”
After that, she raised her leg and walked out.
Roland smiled lightly and followed her.
They went out together. When she saw Roland, Gisselle was stunned for a moment. She walked up to
Samara and asked, “Why is he here?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“I don’t know.”
She didn’t own the racecourse. If Roland wanted to come, she could not stop him.
Samara got on the horse. She was here to relax today, not to find trouble. “I’m going for a round.”
When she finished speaking, she clamped her legs against the belly of the horse and rode away.
Gisselle also got on the horse to chase after Samara, who disappeared in front of Roland in an instant.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and also mounted the horse to chase after her.
The sound of horse hooves rattled. Samara thought that Gisselle had caught up, but when she turned
her head, she
found that it was Roland.
Today, he was dressed in an elegant style. He wore a light brown vest outside his white shirt. Sitting on
the horse, he was very handsome and charming.
Seeing her look over, Roland ogled her. “Samara, how about a bet?”
Samara learned how to ride a horse when she was fifteen years old, so she had ridden a horse for ten
years. Every time she went out with Kadin, she was always praised for riding well.
She reined her horse and stopped. “Mr. Garza, how do you want to bet?”
“See the white pavilion in the distance? Whoever arrives first will win.”
“What is the bet?” Samara glanced at it.
“If I win, you will accompany me to an auction next week. If I lose, I won’t take the initiative to look for you
next
week.”
This bet seemed fair. Samara lowered her eyebrows and then raised her head and smiled, “OK. Mr.
Garza, let’s begin.”
Roland glanced at her and said, “3, 2, 1!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the two horses dashed out at the same time.
Samara had not been racing with anyone for a long time. The feeling of the wind blowing across her face
made her feel unrestrained.
Roland’s horsemanship was better than she had imagined. He followed closely behind, sometimes 1.5
feet behind, and sometimes 1.5 feet ahead.
Samara had always been a person who refused to admit defeat. She frowned a bit and fiercely whipped
the horse. The horse ran faster.
When there were still 600 feet left, Roland was a few feet behind Samara. Samara was proud of herself,
but just as she smiled, the red horse suddenly bypassed her and sped forward.
She reacted and quickly urged the horse, but she still lost.
Roland had already stopped the horse. He turned around and looked at her with a pair of bright eyes.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Samara, you
lost.”
Samara afforded to lose, so she said, “Yes. I lost.”
At this time, Gisselle, who had finally caught up with them, asked, “Samara, why are you riding so fast?”
Samara glanced at Roland and smiled, “For fun.”
Roland looked at Samara with a half–smile. “Ms. Novak, see you next time.”
“All right.”
Samara replied indifferently. Roland clamped his legs and rode away on his horse.
Gisselle asked, “There’s something fishy about you two.”
“What do you mean?”
Samara looked at Gisselle and raised her eyebrows.
“Don’t play dumb. What exactly happened between you and Roland?”
Gisselle brought her horse to Samara. Samara glanced in the direction in which Roland disappeared.
“Nothing. I lost when I was racing against him just now.”
“What? This is the first time I’ve heard that someone can beat you!”
It was the first time that Samara had lost the game, but she was convinced. “There’s always someone
better than
you.”
After that, she turned her head. “It’s about time for lunch.”
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