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Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "I will kill Madam!!!"
"For how long would he have to stay. It's been almost a week."Michael, who was also known as Matthew asked. He was staring keenly at the doctor who obviously had the answer to his question. "He is fine now, Mr Matthew.""Michael is a preferable name."Michael corrected the doctor, even though that wasn't so necessary. "Yes, Mr Michael. Your brother is fine. He can go home with you today."A ray of light swept across Michael's face at that news. A ray of hope. He was quite happy to have been told that by the doctor and he didn't hide it,"Thank you very much. I have cleared out the bills. Thanks for your expertise."Michael reached out his hands to change the doctor. The doctor took his hand. Michael shook the hand so roughly that the doctor struggled to pull away. He was about to leave when the doctor called,"This might seem off the topic. But I have been curious. I hope you don't take this wrongly."As soon as the doctor came to a pause, Michael's eyes squinted in curiosity. If h
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "My Necklace..."
"If you don't think I'm going out of line, Mia."One of her bodyguards raised a question. Mia was settled down in a couch. She was taking a luxury position. "What's that?"She looked up at him."Do you like him or are you just leading him on?"The man asked. Immediately the man asked the question, he dropped his gaze as though he didn't mean to ask the question in the first place. "Him who?"Mia had looked away from him. He pushed his head back up. "I mean the youngest of the Casper family."The bodyguard stressed. Mia took a deep breath. The deep breath was enough to raise concerns of the guard. "Since when did we talk about my personal life?"She scolded. "I'm sorry. Pretend I didn't ask. I'll just leave now."He turned to leave. "What if I don't want to pretend?"She held unto the argument. The man had no choice but to turn back to her. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ---""What do you think of him?"Mia cut the man short. "Huh..."It was as though he was caught off guard. As
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "Will you be my wife..."
Mia drove into and towards the space of the MANGRID tower. As soon as the call pulled over, and she reached out to get the door of the Maybach, she saw Villian walking towards her. For a moment, she hesitated to step out after getting the door. Even if she wanted to, Villian had caught up with her. "Come with me, I'll take you to where he is."Villian said as soon as he got to her. Mia stepped out of the car eventually. Her bodyguard stepped out too. As soon as Villian led the way, the bodyguard followed Mia. All of a sudden, Villian stopped walking and turned. "He can't come with us. My boss made sure to stress that he wants to speak with you alone."Villian stressed. "This is bullshit, Mia. How can he wants to see you alone late at this night? And he's not even leading you inside the apartment, he is taking you through the corner towards where I don't know. And you don't want me to come? You really think I will ---""That's enough."Mia cut her bodyguard short. The fellow didn'
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? A scandal
"Are you alright?"That might be the fifth time she would be asking the same question. Alves took a second out to look away from the road. He was driving. Villian had offered to drive the both of them, but Alves had insisted on driving her home. To some extent, he could understand why she was quite worried about him. To think that he was hurt by the pendant and then driving her home in the same condition. If the case was reversed, he would be worried too. "You shouldn't worry about me, Mia."He looked back at the road. He had instructed the AI in the car. He didn't have to worry about driving her to her place. All he had to do was follow the clear instructions given by the AI. "Why would you say that? You just hurt yourself and I shouldn't worry. That's why I don't like this masculine trait. It's too toxic for my liking."She took a pause. There was a silly expression sitting in Alves' face. "I mean if a lady feels in a particular way, she would be sincere and honest. But y'all ar
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "Is she your first love?"
Villian ran into his way to block him in the hallway. Alves had no choice but to halt. Villian was standing in his way. He had scarcely chosen what to do when Villian suddenly dropped on his knees. "Boss, I understand that you are annoyed by that fool. But please don't step out of the tower. If you do, it will only complicate things. The media cannot see you exchanging words with that fool. If they do, I'm not sure of what next would make the headline."Alves stared at Villian throughout the argument. He didn't utter a word nor make a sound. After a while of staring at Villian whose head was to the floor, he resumed walking, walking past him. When Villian realised that Alves had walked past, he junmed back on his feet. But this time, he followed Alves without complaining. As soon as he catch up with Alves,"Bring him to the Pavilion."Alves instructed Villian then walked through the secret door which led out of the tower to the Pavilion. Villain could not ask the numerous questi
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "But for now, I want to use him"
"I do hope you handle this without suffering a smear on your celibate and publicly revered reputation."The Prime Minister got up on his feet and Mia did the same. She bowed gently to the P.M. who nodded then walked off the couch. The P.M. was led by his personal assistant towards the office door. The man who always wore a white suit, got the door and the P.M. turned to Mia for the last time. He spared her a smile then stepped out. Mia headed towards the door and stepped out too. "Forgive my manners, Your excellency. But because of the burden of duty, I wouldn't be able to see you off."Mia called at the P.M. who was surrounded by his entourage. "Silly you, get back to work. What would a few seconds walk/work do?"The P.M. chuckled then resumed walking. As soon as he turned away from Mia, his smiley face grew cold and tough again. Mia walked back into her office and hurried towards her workspace. She settled down into the chair and picked the receiver of the telephone. She punch
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "Mia is not my type."
"What do you have to say about the article and the pictures of you flying around on the Internet?"One of the reporters asked from amongst the ocean of reporters who were flashing lights at her, waiting for her to answer their questions. Mia stared at the reporter who had asked the question then plucked her gaze. As soon as she looked away, she leaned forward towards the mic and spoke into it,"Could someone ask that same question in a more thoughtful way?"She asked. Her dismissal of the lady reporter who had asked question earlier quickly built a sort of an argument which didn't last long. As many reporters flashed lights, concentrating the camera on her, some were struggling to have their voices head. Out of the blue she pointed at a young man who didn't push amongst the rest. The man was actually shocked to had been picked by her. It was as though he was not expecting the call. The man slowly got up on his feet. He looked slowly around. It was as though he was shy or reserved.
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? A fair Game!
There was an unusual silence in the Maybach. The car was travelling at a reasonable speed. Not too fast, not too slow. Villian would look occasionally at Alves who was seated alone at the back of the car. Villian was driving, Alves was behind. "Pull over, I want to take fresh air."Alves called all of a sudden. Villian didn't think about it twice. He pulled over by the roadside on the hanging bridge. Before he could jump out to get the door, Alves had stepped out. Alves walked towards an iron railing and leaned on it, looking at the passing cars which were beneath the bridge. "Keep your distance."He snapped at Villian who was trying to close the pace. Villian knew too well to come closer. He only stood by the car, his gaze thrown at Alves. Villian had a lot to say. It was scribbled in his face. It was just the matter of time before he would speak. But first thing he needed was an audience or a go ahead. The chances of getting either of the two from Alves was very slim. Suddenly
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