Little heartless

The door of the training center was closed, and they were all gathered in the corridor, blocked by water.

Archit Sharma's father was disgraced, but on the surface he was so energetic that he didn't want to lose.

He frowned, but his eyes looked a little guilty.

"No, no one ordered me." Archit Sharma's father was firm.

Those parents looked at each other, and finally refused to cause trouble for themselves and left angrily.

Archit Sharma's father stood there, neither walking nor walking, just frozen.

If he leaves now, it means he feels guilty. If he doesn't leave, he is afraid of the man next to Sameera.

Kartik Khurana didn't want to waste time and energy on people like this.

He pursed his thin lips, then opened them slightly: "You'd better tell me who asked you to do this."

Sameera tugged on Kartik Khurana's sleeve.

This parent will definitely not tell the reason.

She looked at Kartik Khurana and said in a negotiating tone: "Otherwise, we should let him pay for the losses that should be compensated first, including Anisha Rai's medical expenses and hospitalization expenses."

Although Anisha Rai could afford it, it was not a matter of money. The man had to compensate.

Sameera took out his mobile phone and played the recording of that day.

The man's expression changed drastically, and his arrogance disappeared.

Kartik Khurana kept looking at Sameera. She handled these matters calmly and methodically.

"Why are you stunned? The fees for the things that were smashed in the office must be refunded to the students. Teacher Rai's mental damage fee will be refunded. If he doesn't compensate, he will go to jail." Kartik Khurana said in a non-negotiable tone.

The man listened to the recording and glanced at Kartik Khurana again, knowing that this man was not simple.

But when that person asked him to come and cause trouble, he clearly said that there were only two yellow-haired girls who were easy to deal with. How did it become like this now? !

In desperation, he agreed.

**

After settling the account, the man left in disgrace, and promised to settle the money within a week before leaving.

Sameera locked the door and then turned to thank Kartik Khurana.

"You're welcome. Husband and wife solve problems together and shouldn't say thank you." Kartik Khurana returned to his usual cool and friendly manner, "It's almost one o'clock in the afternoon. Let's eat out together? What do you want to eat?"

Sameera nodded: "I can do it."

She was indeed in a bad mood. Almost all parents dropped out of the class, and the relevant departments also asked the training center to suspend classes pending the results of the investigation.

This feeling is like being unemployed.

She must know who asked Archit Sharma's parents to make trouble.

She will definitely not tolerate the person behind this.

"Opening a training center is, to be honest, a business. Now that they have all dropped out, we will temporarily close the business. You can change the sign later, or continue to use this sign, and start marketing, advertising, and recruiting students again. You should take a break." Kartik Khurana had never seen Sameera frown.

But at the moment, she was a little distracted.

He has never been able to comfort anyone, has never comforted anyone, and does not even need to be comforted by others.

But at this moment, he wanted to say something.

Sameera adjusted her breathing and turned to look at Kartik Khurana: "I know, it doesn't matter. I still have a job at the art school and I don't need you to support me yet."

What is this nonsense?

What he just said was that he was afraid that he would support her if she lost her job?

Little heartless.

Kartik Khurana said no more, but opened the passenger door for Sameera, and then walked around to the cab.

Along the way, the two of them didn't speak in tacit agreement, only the pendant Sameera gave him swayed as the car drove.

Before arriving at the restaurant, Kartik Khurana's cell phone rang.