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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
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "...your marriage with Mia..."
"You should call her boss."Villian insisted. He was driving into the lone street which led to the only building at the end of the street, the MANGRID tower. "She deserves an explanation."Villian added. "I have agreed with you on so many arguments and occasions, but this time I'm not with you. I think it'll be only best if you call and tell her why you said that to the media."Villain kept on the argument as though he would be rewarded if he kept on with it. Alves on the other hand didn't not even make a sound, let alone provide an answer. As Villian drove to the gate which opened before them, he drove into the compound and pulled over at the open space garage. As soon as he pulled over, he stepped out of the car and jumped down to go get the door for his boss. Alves didn't make an attempt to help himself out this time. He got the door and Alves stepped out. As Alves stepped out, Villian was back on the argument, "You should boss. It would only make sense if she knows why you d
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? The Article .
"That is absolute madness. Total madness. How can you keep on going about the same thing?!"Michael yelled on top of his voice. His loud voice had created such an attention that could not be ignored. At least not anytime soon. Everyone in the restaurant was looking in their direction. "Get to your meals, nothing to see here!!!"Michael yelled at the users of the restaurant who had been alerted by his sudden yell."This won't do."He got up on his feet suddenly. "Okay, that's it. Everybody Scram!!!"He yelled more energetically and loudly than he did earlier. The people in the restaurant freaked out. "Are you deaf... get the fuck out of this place! It's close for the fucking day!!!"Out of fear people began to leave one after the other, scrambling in fear. "Who the fuck are they?"There was a man arguing in one corner of the restaurant. "Judging from their suit, it's a special design. Only three of its type is available in the whole of Grimming Hills..."Another person pointed o
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? The Gateman's sons.
Simeon staggered back after dropping the phone, falling to his back because there was nothing to hold him up from behind. Michael was still standing where he was. He seemed to had been smitten by the shock which came with the news. Then all of a sudden, Simeon bursted out into a wild laugh. Not just any type of laugh, but a serious one. Such type of laughs that bring out tear streaming from the eyes of a person. Michael who had been shocked by the news was more than perplexed. He didn't know how to react to the sudden change which had taken over his brother. It might be safe to say that his brother might have lost a screw in his head or perhaps the news had done something wrong to him. Michael was still reaching out his hand, trying to sort the words out. Trying to choose what to say to his younger brother who had suddenly become someone else in the blink of an eye. Michael was going to speak when Simeon beat him to it. "Oh Michael... don't kill. Please don't kill me Michael."H
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "I put out the article. Deal with it."
"Oh shit."Michael cussed as soon as he looked ahead. There was already an ocean of reporters at the gate of the Casper mansion. "These retarded leeches are here!"He cussed bitterly. "Take the hidden path where Laura used to take that jerk through."Simeon advised. Michael took a glance at him. That would be the first few words they would exchange after the news hit them. But even though they had hardly spoken any words, yet their facial reactions could fill a thousand A-4 papers to their very brims. At once, Michael drifted in the other direction. When they got there, the car couldn't go through that path. So they got off and hurried on foot towards the hide. They lifted the obstacle and squeezed their ways in. The both of them kept walking without saying any word. But when they approached the mansion, Michael suddenly halted and turned to Simeon. "Go check the gateman's house. I'll go in."Michael instructed and Simeon nodded. With no argument whatsoever. The both of them par
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