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Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? And spies...
When Madam Casper got back to the mansion, her face was long and unamused. Her signature look. As soon as she walked into the living room, Simeon and Matthew who were having a talk suddenly jumped on their feet. The two sons had been mentally confined to stay in the mansion with Madam. They could had gone their different ways, but Madam had her way around their heads, keeping them with her all the time. That was one of the numerous things that Alves had noticed that made him pity the two grown men who believe they were actually in their right minds. "I'm not sure what you do with your lives."She lashed out as she walked into the living room. Neither of the two could say any other words other than,"Welcome back, Madam."They were standing upright like soldiers who had gotten a call from their commanders. They could hardly share glances at each other. They watched her settle into her respective position. They noticed her reaction also. It wasn't the ordinary which she would have o
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Proposed Party...
"Have you completed the transaction?"Alves looked up from the tablet. He was busy with something which he didn't want the lot to see. "Just a second, Boss. I'll be through in that much --- done."Villian went through with the explanation. Alves took a pause, taking a glance at Villian who was now on his feet. "There is no receipt or any formal verification of this transaction, Boss. Aren't you scared that the prime minister might be up for a dirty game?"Not only Villain's voice held that much concern, his face was no any different. He was staring as though he would make a wonder out of nothing. "Let him do whatever he would. And come to think of it, the money was sent to the government account. You verified that yourself. No matter how shady he wants to play, at least there is a measure to ---""I just got a mail."Villian interrupted suddenly. Alves should be mad at him for randomly cutting him short but didn't. The urgency in Villain's face told him whatever the mail was about
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "...use the prime minister..."
He had been doing the same thing for so many minutes now. He got tired. He dropped the tablet. His mind was occupied. He was in his study. He got up on his feet and walked away from his stationed position to one of the corners of the room. There were medieval arts and paintings on the wall. The interior of the study was captivating and beautiful. Alves hadn't really had the time to appreciate the aesthetics of the tower. He hadn't even had the time to walk the breadth and check out the gardens. He had a lot going on in his mind. He wanted to do so many things, yet he found himself doing hardly nothing. Though he already told himself that he would have to focus on one thing at a time, yet he couldn't help but be distracted. And there was the thought of the quintillion which he had been spending from. A dark part of him kept haunting him and telling him that one day he might have to refund the money to whoever sent it. At first, he had bought the Autrix group so he could make up fo
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? The Eagle's Crest Rooftop
The Eagle's Crest rooftop was filled with so many influential men and entrepreneurs. Ranging from the lowest third ranked CEO'S to the elite class. There were hardly anything to eat, but there was surplus to drink. It was the gathering of renowned folks who give not much regard to food, but could squander their capitals on the most costly wine. They had all gathered together to celebrate the new owner of the MANGRID tower. A man who didn't only buy the tower and the Autrix group, but also paid hundred of trillions to secure the Huthi Farmland. Not one man in Grimming Hills was not impressed by that huge flex. There had been several rumors going around about the hideous trick to getting such ridiculous amount of money. Words had spread out so quickly about the securing of the Huthi Farmland with hundreds of trillions of dollars. Even folks who had never visited the Eagle's Crest, since men have been doing extraordinary things, came too. This financial capacity and achievement weren'
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Mr Jared's Closest Contact
"No way."She muttered, eyes widening as though fire would come out of them in no time. "Alves? What the hell is he doing there. How dare he stand there?"Simeon gulped in rage, if he had his way, he was about to go to the spot and drag him out. "Calm your nerves, you are just overthinking. Perhaps is he just there to gain recognition."Matthew cleared out. Amidst the complains and arguments of the three, the clap ovation kept on going on. Everyone was clapping except the P.M. He only had a wicked smile in his face as though he was partially enjoying whatever was going on. Then Alves put up his hand. When he did, there was a dead silence which traversed the nook and crannies of the space. Because of the sight, Madam was beginning feel her stomach unsettled. It was as though she was about to go use the rest room. Alves took two gentle steps away from the two men. He took a quick glance at Manuel who was right behind him. Manuel nodded softly. He looked away. His gaze went direct
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Longing.
"Why did you have a change of mind. I'm sure this wasn't what you planned to do."Manuel pointed out as soon as Alves settled down in the VVIP room. Only Alves, Manuel and Villian were allowed in the room. Alves who had just settled down, took Manuel in a quickening gaze, a shade of curiosity idling in the corners of his eyes. When Manuel noticed and realised Alves' reaction, he was scared that he might had outstepped his bounds and asked the question he ought not to. He quickly tried to redeem his error,"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way. I only meant ---""You are beginning to lose my respect Mr Manuel."Alves cut him short, trying to be honest. "Huh?"That left Manuel confused. He had no idea what Alves was saying. "See, I used to look at you as someone who had his stance and would stand by it come rain or hail. But now... what's the matter? How quickly have you wavered?"Even though Alves knew that he wasn't totally right, yet he wanted Manuel to see the point which he wa
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? The Burn...
Mia was led to a private room. A private room other than where Alves had had a discussion with Manuel and Villian. She was seated all by herself, expecting Alves to join her. After few moments, the door was gently pushed open and Alves walked into the room. It wasn't as though it was a formal meeting between the two, yet Alves seemed particular about the environment where he was meeting with her. "I had my reasons for keeping you waiting."Alves said, walking into the room. She didn't act like she was willing to exchange pleasantries and Alves didn't push for it either. He settled down opposite her. Even though he knew that the meeting might just end in few seconds, yet he made it seem as though he was there on an official business pact. "I see that you are a man who doesn't feign."Mia said her first few words. She was a very gorgeous lady with precise details of her eyes and lips. She had the perfect nose and high cheekbones. Many people said she had work done, but she didn't a
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Madam's temper.
Madam had been pacing the living room since forever now. Naturally, whenever she returns to her apartment, she would take a seat in her secluded chair. But not today. Not now. She couldn't help herself retain a particular standing position let alone take a seat. It was obvious that something was eating deep into her soul. As though something ugly and horrible was haunting her thoughts. Her sons couldn't do a thing. They remained standing too, occasionally throwing their hands forward with no words. Perhaps in an attempt to make her stop the pacing. Some of the three sons had a slight idea what the problem was. They knew too well why Madam was restless and was pacing. Yet they could never start the conversation. It was only right that whenever she had had enough of whatever was going on, she would cut herself a slack and make words of her worries. And as though the turn had come, she stopped pacing suddenly. When she did, her sons were alert. It was funny that they had been wanting
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