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

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Chapter 232 I Suggest You Shut Up

15 minutes later, the car slowly stopped outside the Ritz-Carlton.

Samara tilted her head to look at Roland. Under the shadow, the swelling on his cheeks was still

obvious.

“Mr. Garza, we have arrived at the hotel.” Samara glanced at him.

Roland glanced out of the car window. They had indeed arrived at the hotel.

His eyebrows moved slightly. “I’m very sorry about what happened tonight.”

Samara looked at him and snorted, “I can’t tell that.”

Roland smiled, “Indeed. In my opinion, Chaim should take the main account.”

Samara did not really want to mention Chaim. She ended the topic. “It’s late. Mr. Garza, good night.”

Roland understood and looked at her for a while. “Good night.”

After that, he pushed open the door and got out of the car.

Watching Roland enter the hotel, Samara glanced at the driver in the front and said, “Go back.”

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The car that had stopped not long ago slowly started again. Samara checked her watch. It was getting

late, almost 11 p.m.

At the same time, at the exit of Chicago International Airport.

Victor had already checked his watch for the third time. The flight from Houston to Chicago should take

less than two hours. Chaim called at around 8 p.m., saying that his plane was arriving at 9 p.m., and

asked Victor to pick him up at the airport.

It was already 11 p.m. now, but Victor did not even see the shadow of Chaim.

The news of what happened at Kadin’s birthday party had already spread, and Victor couldn’t believe it

when he heard it.

He thought Chaim must have gone crazy to fight with Roland on such an occasion.

The rumors were getting more and more outrageous, and the people weren’t afraid that Chaim would

go after them.

Victor snorted and looked up. Finally, he saw Chaim.

“Chaim, here!”

Victor called out. At the exit, Chaim glanced at him and walked over.

Soon, Chaim walked up to Victor. Victor tsked. Just as he was about to start gossiping about what

happened tonight, his gaze fell on Chaim’s face. Victor was stunned for a moment. “You really fought

with Roland?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Chaim glanced at him coldly.

The coldness in his eyes made Victor tremble. He had not seen Chaim look so gloomy in a long time.

This made Victor even more curious about what had happened tonight. “What exactly happened? Tell

me…”

Chaim was in a bad mood, and his stomach felt very uncomfortable.

He almost didn’t eat anything tonight. He only drank two glasses of red wine at the party. He was

punched in the abdomen when he fought with Roland. A bit of force fell on his stomach. Along the way,

his stomach hurt.

Victor was chattering in Chaim’s ear. Chaim ran out of patience and said, “I suggest you shut up.”

“… Alright,” Victor said.

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Seeing that Chaim was in a mood, Victor shut up.

Inside the car was extremely quiet along the way. When they got off the highway, Victor glanced at

Chaim beside him and suggested, “Have a drink?”

Chaim didn’t say anything. Victor touched his nose awkwardly and decided not to embarrass himself.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped under Chaim’s apartment.

“Here you go.”

Victor went to the airport to pick Chaim up in the middle of the night without any complaint, but Chaim

didn’t say anything.

Victor thought, stubborn idiot! No wonder Samara divorced him!

However, Chaim still did not move. Victor called again, “Chaim?”

He turned to look, only to find that Chaim’s face was pale and his forehead was full of sweat.

Victor was shocked. “Chaim, don’t scare me. What’s wrong with you?”

Chaim gritted his teeth and forced out a sentence, “My stomach hurts.”

“I’ll take you to the hospital.”

Chaim wanted to say no, but his stomach hurt so much that he almost spasmed.

Victor hurriedly started the car and sped to the hospital.

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