Lahat ng Kabanata ng Slumlove Billionaire: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Narendra Prasadh was enjoying his coffee brewed at the cafe while talking to Rajesh Kumar when Zoya entered. Suddenly her steps stopped seeing the man her father trusted. Earlier she had an argument with Rajesh, and promised not to talk to him until he admitted he was wrong and apologized to Praveen.But seeing his relaxed attitude, without a look of regret on his face, made Zoya more fed up. Likewise when she saw his father enjoying afternoon coffee while shaking his legs.How did these two men have no feelings at all? No guilt for what they did to someone and caused that person to have surgery?If she didn't consider who the two people were, she would have reported to the police what they had done. Receive punishment for their deeds!Zoya stood still near the entrance, reluctant to take a step. She wanted to turn around and leave them. However, she strengthened her heart to face the two people, especially her father, Narendra Prasadh.Narendra gestured for Zoya to come to him. He th

Next morning Zoya was at school. She looked very tired both physic and psychic. Two days of sleep deprivation taking care Praveen in the hospital. Even though hen told her to go home to rest, Zoya didn't want to. She couldn't bear to leave Praveen alone in the hospital. And this morning Mrs. Fateema asked her to come to school.The Principal would have a lot to talk about. Renovation plan and train the kids. The next week would be incredibly busy.Sure enough, the shop next door was empty. Zoya wondered where they move. She took a deep breath, for some reason she remembered Rajesh again. The man his father trusted was the best at intimidating people. His hands had proven effective. Praveen became one of the victims.Zoya had planned the renovation of the building along with the estimated cost. Mrs. Fateema already agreed. The source of the funds came from donations from her friends in Boston. If the costs increase later, she already intends to punch it out of her own pocket. What i

"How come you don't know anyone who can renovate buildings, my dear?" Mrs. Fateema asked her husband that night while they were having dinner."I work in a textile factory! How do I know the construction workers? Every day I hang out with factory workers from morning to evening. If you ask anyone who makes clothes, or a textile mechanic I can find them for you!” answered Saleem, her husband."Or do your friends know anyone perhaps?""I do not think so. They are just like me, "said Saleem again. He just continued to eat his dinner greedily. Mrs. Fateema was frowned. She glanced at the forty-year-old man. A few grains of rice stuck between his beard. Mrs. Fateema pushed the grains of rice away, but her hand was brushed aside by Saleem.“You have rice stuck in your beard. You eat like a child. How many times have I told you to cut your beard?."Saleem was silent. He rubbed the beard that hung below his chin with his left hand, while his right hand continued eating."You better find someo

“Hello, I am Rajat. I'm a building contractor. It's nice to meet you Mrs Fateema,” he shook hands with Mrs Fateema, Zoya and Anil.“Can I see anything that will be renovated? Later we will know the estimated time and fee. I can also estimate the cost of purchasing materials, if you wish,” he continued in a reassuring manner as if he was very experienced.“Just now I've done it with Mrs. Fateema and Ashita, Rajat. I am also a contractor and interested in doing this renovation.” said Anil"Oh, I see?" asked Rajat looking at Anil. There was no offended expression on his face. "That's fine with me.""Yes, let us decide later on who will do it," said Mrs. Fateema. He then invited the man to take another look at what would be renovated. Zoya and Anil just stand there.Zoya got displeased. Last night she said, Mrs Fateema's husband could not find a contractor, why did he suddenly come this afternoon with a potential contractor? If she knew this, Zoya wouldn't call Anil and ask for his help.

"Tell me, where do you get the money from?""Certainly not from donations! It's from my own pocket!""Your own money? Why would you pay for it yourself? I can't believe it!" Mrs Fateema scowled."You think I look like a penniless?""That's not the thing I don't believe! It's impossible for someone spending their own money if it's not for personal interest!""What's impossible? There's more than that! What about this building? Did Miss Zoya Bipasha have any personal interest in buying this building? How many millions did she spend on Doorna?""That's a different story, Ashita! She's clearly a rich person, She has a lot of money! But why would someone like you pay Anil with your own money? Who is Anil anyway? Why do you want to hire him?" Mrs. Fateema asked again."Where do you think I got the money from? Do you think I deposited the money for Doorna, then I gave it to Anil. Is that so?" Zoya said reading the headmaster's mind."Just for you info, Mrs. Fateema! I haven't take a single