Is your mother dead?

In the car, Grandpa Khurana looked out the window silently as Kartik Khurana drove the car.

Kartik Khurana switched the broadcast to the chess commentary channel.

"Grandpa is unhappy? Is he dissatisfied with Surender Raichand?"

Grandpa Khurana shook his head, sighed softly, and spoke in a lively tone: "That girl, you have to be nicer to her in the future. Don't judge Surender Raichand as a person. Just care about Sam's happiness."

"Then you won't help me hide our family's true financial situation?" Kartik Khurana turned down the radio volume.

Grandpa Khurana laughed loudly: "I was afraid that Sameera's child would not marry because our family was too well-off, so I hid it. It's better for you, because you were afraid that people would like your money. Boy, you are very good at business, but You don't understand women's hearts. If Sameera knows the truth in the future, I'm afraid he won't want you anymore, hey..."

Kartik Khurana: "..."

**

Sameera carried the box to the intersection and planned to go to the bank to deposit the money.

Sameera looked at the map and found that the nearest bank was not far away. It would take about twenty minutes to walk there. You could walk there slowly without taking a taxi.

She took out her Bluetooth headphones from her bag, tuned her phone to Hong Kong-style Cantonese songs, and listened to them while walking.

It was as if at this moment, everything around her had nothing to do with her, and she only belonged to herself.

Before she was halfway through the journey, the Cantonese song in her earphones became her cell phone ringtone.

Anisha Rai called.

She tapped the Bluetooth headset and picked up the phone: "What's wrong? Anisha."

"Sam, parents made trouble at our training center and said we would suspend classes for two weeks and asked us to refund half of the tuition fees."

Sameera's face changed slightly, but she remained calm: "Have you negotiated? Did you call the police?"

Eight words made Anisha Rai a little confused.

She is very serious about her work, but she has been spoiled since she was a child and cannot handle these things.

"Wouldn't we be in trouble if we called the police?"

"No." Sameera stood on the side of the road and prepared to take a taxi. "You are there now and took a video of their trouble. I will call the police now. Take a taxi and wait for me."

Half an hour later Sameera rushed to the training center and the police were already there.

She went over and was about to communicate with the police when a parent grabbed her hair and dragged her down.

"Are you a liar? You open a training center and forget about it if you have something to do for a week. Classes haven't started for two weeks. Why are you still making excuses to say you have something to do? What's the matter? It's such a big deal. You take the money and don't care about the students?"

Sameera subconsciously gritted her teeth in pain. The police came to stop her and pulled the parent away.

Sameera took a deep breath: "I do have a private matter, and I told it in the group. As for what it is, it's not convenient to tell me."

Anisha Rai came over to fix Sameera's hair, then hugged Sameera's arm, crying: "Sister sam, they want to refund the money, but it's against the rules!"

"Is it against the rules? Why is it against the rules? If you don't refund the money and don't tell me why the class is suspended, I will go online and expose your training institute so that training institutes like yours, which have no credibility, will not be able to recruit students."

Public opinion crushes people to death.

Negative public opinion makes it impossible for people to turn over for several lifetimes.

Sameera's heartbeat was a little fast, and she clenched her fists: "I'm really sorry about the two-week suspension of classes. I will make up for it later. I will definitely make up enough class time. In addition, I can give the children a set of chess customized by the training center for free. But my It's a private matter, so I can't tell you."

Seeing Sameera's good attitude, the parents almost softened and became even more reluctant.

There was a woman in her forties who was out of shape: "What's so important? Is your mother dead?"