After Blind Date: I Became A Billionaire
The nanny becomes stepmother. At the funeral of his biological mother, Sameera was ridiculed and forced to go on a blind date. Out of anger, she got married to a strange man within an hour and got the certificate. I was looking forward to a stable and quiet life in the future, but it was full of difficulties. Fortunately, at every critical moment, her newlywed husband was by her side to help her avert danger. "Mr. Khurana, why are you so powerful?" The assistant thought to himself: It's not his Mr. Khurana who has the ability to make money. Mr. khurana: "Use your brain, just rely on intelligence." Sameera believed it to be true, but unexpectedly that day, she accidentally saw the astronomical amount of money deposited in a certain bank card on Mr. Khurana's mobile phone... It turned out that her husband from a flash marriage was from India. Except for her, no one knows... The boss! ! *********** Cover is not mine all credits goes to the owner.
Nightmares
Fortunately, Anisha Rai was fine.
Sameera was sweating profusely when she rushed to the hospital, and Anisha Rai's wounds were also treated.
However, since it was a head injury, to be on the safe side, I had to stay in the hospital for two days for observation.
Sameera ran up and down and was busy until very late. He ordered porridge for Anisha Rai and the two of them ate it in the hospital.
At eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening, Anisha Rai urged Sameera to go back: "I'm really fine. Don't worry, sister Sameera. It's okay. You go back and rest early. The chess training center will have to rely on you tomorrow. I'll be fine if I get a good sleep." The doctors and nurses are all here, don't worry."
Anisha Rai insisted repeatedly, and Sameera had no choice but to go back.
Dragging his tired body into the house, the house was completely dark. Kartik Khurana must have fallen asleep.
She took a quick shower and washed herself before going upstairs. Just as she was about to open the bedroom door, the door to the master bedroom opened.
Kartik Khurana came out in his pajamas, holding a stack of papers in his hand. He looked at her coldly and said in a bad tone, "Don't you have anything to tell me?"
He was waiting for her to say it herself.
He looked at her, she didn't drink, she was quite sensible.
Sameera was a little overwhelmed: "Everything in training today was delayed."
She didn't elaborate. The training center matter had nothing to do with him.
She didn't want to involve him and cause him any trouble.
Kartik Khurana felt uncomfortable seeing her perfunctory look: "We are husband and wife. No matter what, you can talk to me instead of digesting it yourself. Aren't two people better able to solve problems properly than one person?"
Sameera was very tired, but Kartik Khurana's words gave her a little more comfort: "I'll tell you slowly in the future. I won't come home late without saying hello next time."
"I'm tired. Let's go to bed early. Let's talk tomorrow, okay?" Sameera felt that she had exhausted all her energy.
Kartik Khurana felt inexplicably agitated when he saw her distant and polite attitude of not taking him seriously. He was originally hesitant to give her what he had in hand, but now he was determined to give it to her.
He took a step forward and handed the contract in his hand to Sameera.
"I've already signed and fingerprinted it. You finish it and give it to me tomorrow."
After Kartik Khurana said this, he turned around and returned to the master bedroom.
Sameera took the contract and felt extremely wronged.
What are you doing?
She's just married, but now she still has to have a contractual spirit?
She accepted it, but she felt uncomfortable.
Back in the room, Sameera signed decisively, found the ink pad and pressed his fingerprints.
sleep.
A night of light sleep and constant nightmares.
Early the next morning, Sameera took the contract downstairs and handed it to Kartik Khurana, who was reading emails on the sofa.
"Mr. Khurana, I have signed the contract, but I hope we can agree verbally. As long as I don't behave immorally, cheat, or go out drinking and hooking up, you don't need to worry about what time I get home. I'm an independent adult. People have their own careers and lives. They are not high school students and they still need access control. Please understand."
thing?
How big of a deal can she be?
So busy? Can you earn 30 to 50 million dollar a month?
She actually signed and fingerprinted it.
Kartik Khurana looked at the contract. It was clear that she was following his own wishes, but he still felt a little confused.
Sameera cooked some glutinous rice balls to eat, washed the dishes and left. Kartik Khurana didn't care about her. She didn't want to serve anyone.
After all, it was he who wanted to make such a clear distinction.
As soon as she left, Kartik Khurana took pictures with his cell phone on the sofa.
What's the matter with this woman? It's not his part to make breakfast?
Who cares about eating it? !
He wanted to see what was important about her chess training.
He picked up the phone again and called his assistant.
"Go and check a chess training center. The more detailed the information, the better."