Brothel Manager : Unexpected Encounter with A Hidden Family Heirloom-Chapter 440 - : Hmmhh... Women!

As Das said he had one more important announcement to make, all the girls stared at him with great attention. The array of girlfriends, each a part of his intricate world, watched him with rapt attention, their expressions a mix of curiosity and devotion.

Das took a moment, letting the suspense build, before he began. "What I’m about to tell you may seem unbelievable. Soon, the world will be at my fingertips. Major businesses, unimaginable wealth, the power to influence nations, and command armies. It might sound exaggerated or sudden, but I need you to be prepared to what’s coming."

"You might fell little exaggeration as it feels all too sudden. But What i really want to tell you is, Prepare yourselves to control the world. I need trusted people all around the world to rule this wealthy circle. Learn things on management, how to control people and use resources."

A hush fell over the room, his words hanging in the air like a promise of a future so grand it was almost fantastical. The women stared at him, their faces a canvas of various emotions – disbelief, awe, and realization.

Das looked around the table, noting their reactions. "Don’t you believe me? Why the silence?"

It was Ruth who stood up first, her understanding of Das’s ambitions clear in her eyes. "They need time to process this kind of big news, Das. It’s a lot to take in all at once. But don’t worry, I’ll guide them."

Das’s response was swift, tinged with a hint of impatience. "If any of you don’t feel up to it, you don’t have to do it."

Geetha, the leader of the girl gang, rose to her feet, her voice firm yet respectful. "No, Das. We always want to help you in one way or another. Thank you for entrusting us with such responsibility. We won’t let you down."

Her words broke the spell of shock that had fallen over the room. The deputy leader, joining in with a bright laugh, lightened the mood further.

The feast, momentarily forgotten, now resumed with a renewed energy. Plates were passed around, glasses clinked, and the hall was soon filled with the sounds of laughter and animated conversation.

The girls, now coming to terms with the magnitude of Das’s plans, began to discuss among themselves. The idea of being part of something so vast and influential was both exhilarating and daunting.

Das watched them, a satisfied smile on his face. He knew the road ahead would be challenging, but with loyal and capable allies by his side, he was confident in their collective success.

The atmosphere grew more relaxed as the evening progressed. Jokes were shared, stories were told, and the laughter echoed through the hall. The grand feast became more than just a celebration of Das’s return; it was a gathering of minds and hearts, united by a common goal and a shared future.

After the grand feast, Das retreated to Stella’s room, immersing himself in the simple joy of playing with the baby. But Stella, understanding the expectations of the evening, gently took the baby from him. "You need to see your girlfriends. They’ve been waiting for you," she said, her tone a blend of teasing and seriousness.

Das touched Stella’s cheek playfully before stepping out of the room. He found himself facing Luna, Sheela, and Ria, standing in an awkward silence. The atmosphere was charged with unspoken words and pent-up emotions.

"Ria, could you spend some time with Stella?" Das asked, hoping to ease the tension. As Ria left, he gestured for Sheela and Luna to follow him to a separate room.

Once alone, the trio finally relaxed, smiles breaking through the initial awkwardness. The conversation turned light and playful, the comfort of their bond slowly resurfacing. But just as the mood began to shift towards the romantic, a loud thud at the door broke their reverie.

Sheela called out, "It’s occupied!" trying to ward off the interruption. However, the knocking persisted, growing louder and more insistent.

With a sigh, Sheela rose to open the door. "Didn’t I say it’s occupied?" she protested, only to be met by Latha, the deputy leader of the girl gang, who barged in without a word and sat down beside Das.

Das was torn between amusement and confusion at the sudden turn of events. The situation grew more chaotic as Sheela tried to reason with Geetha to leave.

"If you don’t go out, we might just kiss Das. You’re too innocent for this," Sheela teased, trying to defuse the situation with humor.

But before she could finish, Latha leaned in and kissed Das, a bold move that left everyone in the room stunned. At that exact moment, a loud, angry voice echoed from the entrance.

"Latha! What are you doing?" Geetha, the head of the girl gang, stood at the doorway, her eyes blazing with fury.

Latha, as if jolted by electricity, sprang to her feet and dashed out of the room, her head bowed in embarrassment. Latha followed in hot pursuit, her anger palpable.

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Sheela let out a sigh of relief, thinking the drama had ended, but another shout from the entrance caught everyone’s attention. It was the patriarch’s daughter of the Abdullah family.

"Master, the general is here again. He came alone this time," she announced, her voice hesitant as she avoided peeking into the room.

Das, now finding himself in the midst of yet another unexpected development, stood up, his expression a mix of resignation and curiosity. The night had taken a turn he hadn’t anticipated, filled with unexpected encounters and emotional upheavals.

As he stepped out to meet General Singh, Das couldn’t help but reflect on the complexities of his life.

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He walked towards the entrance, ready to face the general. Behind him, the remnants of laughter and whispers echoed, a reminder of the personal bonds that both grounded and complicated his life. The night was far from over, and Das braced himself for what was to come.

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