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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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"Hi! I'm the anonymous!"
News began to spread across Grimmings about the mystery of the newly discovered Dragon King and mysterious Trillionaire. The news started as still and random as the flowing breeze, until there was a twist which made it hostile, raging like a ferocious wind across Grimming Hills. "That can't be true." Someone said to the people who surrounded him. "The dragon King? He is who?" The same person carried on the argument. "You were not listening?! I said that he was the same person as the son-in-law of the Casper mansion!" The lady who was the centre of attention, said. "What!" Almost everyone who was encircled in that group exclaimed at the discovery. "How is that even possible? It does not make any sense." Someone argued passionately. "That was the same thing I thought in the first place, but for no reason, things started to play out." "But we only just discovered that the dragon King is alive. It hadn't even been more than twenty minutes ago since the press meeting ended! How coul
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"Alves?!"
Inside the Casper mansion, there were a couple of people gathered in the living room. They all had their eyes glued to the screen of the TV. Their facial reactions emphasised how absorbed and engulfed they were by whatever was going on on the screen. "Why does it feel like I'll die of curiosity?" Michael muttered, almost falling off his seat. "My heart will be ripped open." Simeon had few of his fingers over his lips in anticipation. "I can't breathe." Their sister was trying to divide her attention between not looking and looking. Madam Casper was seated in her special chair, staring sternly at the screen. Her gaze was locked in as though she would be paid handsomely for the attention squandered. No, invested!On the screen of the TV, there was an explosion at the entrance of the media train, and everyone was waiting, watching with their hearts in their mouths. A man dressed in an entire that wasn't typical of the modern era walked into the media train. There was a black mask on
- Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?
"I present to you..."
The Prime Minister walked briskly into the media train. There were all several screens set up. As soon as he stepped into the designated area, all the cameras and lightening whirred in his direction. His face was supplanted in the chain of screens, which looked like a cinema. There was hardly anyone on the media train. The cameras seemed to have the mind of their own, zooming in at intervals on the face and other parts of the Prime Minsiter. "Now you are live." A robotic voice said in the train. The Prime Minister took two steps forward into the stream of limelight. "I'm sure that everyone knows who I am." He started. "I am the Prime Minister of this great country, Grimming Hills." He continued. "There has been a lot happening in this country ever since I assumed the position. Though most of them have been significant changes and growth in the economic sector of the country, some of them have been a little concerning." "At least, so it started in the past few months until recen
- Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?
"That's if it was a human."
Alves was waiting patiently for the arrival of the Prime Minister. No matter how much he tried to dissuade himself from worrying about the punk who had claimed to have his full picture, he just couldn't get the thoughts off his head. He got up from the couch and walked towards the door again. "When did the media get here? I mean, it hasn't even been a minute since the news was broadcast. How could they have arrived here in such a sort space of time?" He murmured, looking through the door. He walked out of the door and headed towards the gate. He was in the compound of the tower. No matter how zealous and intentional the media personnel were, they could never break in. "We are here to meet with the mystery man!" A voice called from outside the compound. "Please, we would love to have a word with you, sir.""Please come answer some of our questions." "We know you are in..."Alves could hear the people calling at him. Leaving the compound premises wouldn't be much of a hassle for h
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The Dragon King.
The flaps of giant wings preceeded the wave of wild wind, which swept across Huthi Farmland. The dragon descended at the front of the two bamboo stalks which served as the portal to the parallel world. "What the hell?" Alves was reluctant to climb down from the back of the dragon. It had been clouds and clouds when they travelled from the place where they left the Supreme Majesty. To suddenly find himself back at Grimming Hills was something he could never have anticipated. "Why did I find myself here? Why didn't I return to the Kingdom? What happened? Is this the doings of the Supreme Majesty?" The dragon pushed its head forward till it touched touched the earth. Alves climbed down from its back. "Did I really fly from like two worlds to Huthi under an hour?" He heard the wings of the dragon flap. The Supreme Majesty had told him that the dragon was his spiritual pet. He still didn't know what that really meant. The dragon lifted itself from the earth, and off it flew, as
- Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?
"Your Spiritual Pet."
"What is sleep?"The Supreme Majesty asked again, waking Alves from his sleep. Alves sat up suddenly. He looked around him. It was as though he was making an effort to understand what was happening."What causes sleep?"The question came again, and he looked in the direction of the voice. Seeing the Supreme Majesty, he looked around him again. He was in a strange area. Clouds surrounded the both of them, yet the earth was rocky beneath him. He slowly got up on his feet. The Supreme Majesty had his back to him. Alves took careful steps towards the divine creature. "Where am I?""Where are we?"Alves asked intermittently. "What is this place?"When he looked to his front again, the Supreme Majesty was no longer there. Alves was neither surprised nor flustered. He had grown to acknowledge wonders like that. "Do not play the word game, Son."The voice came from behind him this time. He turned to look. "Why do you keep asking me what causes sleep? And what does sleep mean?"Alves arg
- Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?
"...I'll do it. It's why I'm here..."
Warm hands were wrapped around his arm as he was led towards the lake. He couldn't make them stop. He didn't want to. They led him into the water. He took a few steps, pushing the water with his knees. That was how much he had been gobbled up by depth of that part of the lake. When he looked down to see, he could see the depth of the lake so plainly and clearly. The lake was crystal clear. The base of the lake was fine. No stone, no speckle. Just pure white sand. He looked to the front and couldn't find any sort of creature in the lake. No fish, no matter how small. Not even a fingerling. When warm palms glid down his arms and chest, that was when he was knocked back to the reality, which was quickening and pacing. The ladies were rubbing his arms and chest. They were scooping water and washing him. He wanted to argue with them, but then he recalled that it was the man from the hall who must have given them the guts to do that. He decided to go along with whatever they had in mi
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The Emerald Prince.
"What causes sleep?"A voice zoomed to Alves as soon his eyes opened. He sat up and looked around him. At first, he didn't see who was talking, but when he looked again, there was an old but lanky man standing not far from him. The man had white flowing beards, which were in knots. His hair was snowy white with strands of blacks. "Do you have an idea, dear son?"The man turned away from him and walked towards something that looked like a throne. A shiny throne carved out of red gold. Alves had never seen anything of such elegance and beauty. The sight alone was breathtaking. HE JUST CALLED ME SON?Though Alves' mind was busy admiring the qualities and beauty of the Palace, he didn't trade the important details. Alves watched the old yet young man settle into the thrown. He quickly looked around him if there was any other person in the Palace. There was no one in sight. His only company was the strange old man. DID THOSE WINGED CREATURES BRING ME HERE? IS HE THE SUPREME MAJESTY? MY
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Fragrances
"I'll kill you! You are dead!!!"Alves yelled as he kept falling and falling till THUD, his body hit the hot and thick surface of the body of lava. "Oh Lord. Oh God. I'm dead."He started to fight his way, trying to do whatever he could to get out of the thick and sticky body of liquid. "Do something you fucking, Ri. Fucking do something! Where is the hidden weapon I would be able to use in a difficult time?"In the middle of his bickers and yelling, something quite strange hit him. "Huh?"For a moment, he stopped fighting and kicking. "Wait a minute."He pulled one of his hands out of the thick liquid. "What's happening?"He turned the sticky hand to this side and that side. "Nothing is happening. No pain? No scar? No heat?"He couldn't believe his eyes. He tried to move his body in the lava. He turned around and saw how fiery and scary the lava seemed from distance. Moving to this side and that, he felt no pain. It felt like he was drowning in mud. Instead of a lava. "Is thi
