Anastasia White:-
Seven years later:-
" Melinda, I am leaving," I yelled from the doorway at the housekeeper of my huge mansion.
" Wait, Miss. White. You haven't eaten anything." she came running to me holding a glass of shake. She is a nice lady in her early forties and just like a mother to me who takes care of me in the best way possible.
" Thank you, Melinda. You are the best." I kissed her cheek and took the glass of the shake from her hand and drink it as fast as I can as I was getting late for my job " There you go, Melinda. And please keep looking after my dad until I return back from work."
" I don't know why do you work when you are a billionairess?" she asked.
" Maybe, because I like to work." I replied with a wink " I don't want to stay like a spoiled child on the inherit
