Chapter 23

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In her gown, she still looked elegant and different. Her father saw her walking towards the île de nuages, and he followed her there. When she was trying to calm down from the incident earlier, which was not new to her, talking to Johaan made her feel even better. Her father went to her and kept his hand on her shoulder. She felt support and happiness; she knew it was him; she knew his touch; she knew his care. She looked up at him and said, Dad, what are you doing here? I wanted you. Happy birthday, daughter. Thank you, dad," she said. Karanveer asked her, Where is your brother? Jovana said dad is alive and happy; he does not want to return, but you can wish him. Then he said, Wish him a happy birthday from me. Jovana recorded this without Karanveer's knowledge and sent it to Johaan.

All the people at the afterparty were a bit shocked to see Jovana's avatar, and they seemed unlikely to accept it. The next morning at the breakfast table, Jovana seemed very normal. Jaden came to her and said we got a notice. Jovana cut him in between and said in Spanish to talk business later. Kaira came to the breakfast table and said, How dare you threaten me, Jovana? Jovana excused herself and was leaving when Kiara stopped by holding her collar. Jovana gave Kiara a death stare and said, People start the enmity, but I end it always. She pushed her hand away. Anyway, what's your name again? Jovana asked Kiara. Kiara spoke from the far end, lieutenant general Suraj Singh Rajput said.

General, Jovana said, looking over her shoulder. I apologize on her behalf, Jovana; you don't have to, uncle, Jovana said. A motherless child, she can't help it, he added. It's a choice, not an obligation, uncle, Jovana said. Suraj said, Yes, maybe you are right; just ask if you need any help. Sure. How are you doing? Jovana asked. Just fine Suraj said, and Jovana left. Suraj went and sat on the breakfast table and asked Kiara to mind her attitude. Param asked Suraj, When did you arrive, brother? Early this morning, brother. Do you know her from before he asked? She is our niece, and of course I know her. Param corrected, I mean, were you in contact with her? Ah, like that? Yes, I was; she is the only supplier after all. Of what? asked Riyaan. Arms, Suraj said. What? The cousins said it in unison. She is the one who designs and creates weapons for the army; her brand is renowned; don't you know, Jmml, she owns it; it is her creation. It was hard to digest this fact for most of the family members. They looked at Suraj eating his breakfast with utter peace while they stared at him with hundreds of questions. He said to ask the internet your question, not me. I am here for a break, not running. He finished.

Suraj was surprised to know that others in his family had no idea about it. Well, to add spices to the information. Something is up with JMML's Indian branch; yeah, even I heard about it, said Abhi and Amit. Ayaan said all I am wondering about is why it is not in the news yet. The four thought and ate their breakfast. While others were full of shocks and surprises.

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