All Chapters of Slumlove Billionaire: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Doorna Kindergarten was busy the day before the arrival of the Social Service who would provide assistance. There were several officials who would visit the school . It was because of their arrival that Doorna's teachers taught the children dancing, singing and drama performances.Zoya and her colleagues had tried their best to train the kids to entertain the officials.Today, they also had a rehearsal. For dancing, the group of students didn't seem so unified. There were still one or two who forgot the movement. Harshida and Shanti repeatedly reminded them to follow their friends in front. But there were still some wrong moves. Likewise for drama performances, some forgot the dialogue so they were confused and silent so another friend gave them a code.The funniest thing was how often Zoya got their pronunciation right, still the accent was Indian accent.That's if in a short time to train them. Far from perfect. But Mrs Fateema was not the least bit disappointed, in fact she looked

"But Praveen just called you Ashita?" Mr. Manoj made an astonished face."That's nickname for me!" Zoya smiled sweetly. The man back smiled at that. Praveen couldn't help but smile too."Wow, it turns out that Praveen is a very lucky young man to have you, daughter of the richest man in Mumbai," he added."The rich one is my father, sir. I'm just ordinary!" Zoya replied."Don't be modest, Zoya! You too, right?""No sir. I am who I am. I don't want people to know me only as Narendra Prasadh's daughter. Only as Zoya Bipasha!"The Casting Director was a little dumbfounded, either amazed or confused by Zoya's words."You apparently inherited your father's character, has a humble personality," he praised.Zoya slightly pursed her lips."Okay Mr. Manoj, we will go first," Praveen said while taking Zoya's hand.They said goodbye and left the room. Mr. Manoj nodded and followed them all the way to the door.Shortly after Praveen and Zoya left, Mr Manoj came to the reception desk and said t

Doorna Kindergarten was ready to hold a welcoming ceremony for visiting Social Service officials that morningEverything had been neatly arranged since yesterday. The chairs had been arranged. Chairs for officials in the form of leather sofas were at the very front. For the parents of students who were invited in the form of long benches.The performance stage was also seen full of colorful balloons and paper decorations. As the background, a large banner with the words welcome. Written on it was the name of the official who had come. Mr. Ashok Chitragar and entourage. It was quite comparable to the welcoming event with the assistance given in the amount of one hundred thousand rupees.Some of the students' parents had also arrived and sitting. Some were chatting with others, some were playing on their phones.The nearly one hundred students looked impatiently waiting. Some were joking with their friends. The three teachers, Ashita, Shanti and Harshida were busy calming them down.The

Sunil only briefly greeted her, nothing more as a courtesy. He turned around without another word, and joined the rest of the group. He behaved like a stranger.Zoya was even more astonished as her worries are completely unfounded.Was it true that Sunil didn,t know her at all? What happened at the mall when they met? He immediately knew herbut why not this time? Had he deliberately feigned ignorance?Uh, Zoya really didn't expect Sunil to act like that. As a girl, she knew Sunil still loved her and wished she could return to him. Otherwise, why did he call Ramya, came to her house and Amaneesh Chakraborty came to Vishaya to meet her father to discuss an arranged marriage?Wasn't it weird?Or was it possible that Sunil acting indifferent in order to keep her secret so that her identity was not exposed?Zoya suddenly realized what was that thought for? Go to hell with Sunil Chakraborty! They had no relationship anymore. She also had no feelings for that man anymore. After all, she also

This was the first time in his life that he had stepped into a beauty salon for facial treatments and a haircut. He was a stranger to a place of service like this. Whenever his hair grew long, he just went to the barber in Chandrapur. Only a simple barber shop in the form of stalls which sometimes adjacent to stalls selling daily goods. Or occasionally he asked his friend who was good at cutting hair for a modest fee. Even once just with a thank you for being familiar with each other.It's not that there aren't professional salons in Chandrapur. It's just that the pay is too high according to the size of his pocket. And he is not the typical person who likes to enter the beaty salon.The last time he cut his hair was two months ago in Mumbai. And it's just by the roadside under a shady tree. There are quite a few barbershops of this style in Mumbai. The clientele is low-key, and he's there to save money.Now his hair is already long enough.It's not that Zoya was the first to be cr