Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?

Breaking the wild P.M.

"You will have me killed?"

Alves wanted to be sure that he had heard the prime minister clearly. He didn't know what to think. He had expected the face of the prime to break into a silly smile that he had just pulled a prank on him. But instead, the corners of the prime minster's eyes had grown colder and even creepier.

Alves had no idea what the problem could be. He didn't recall getting on the nerves of the prime minister. In short, he had never met him until now. Why then would he want to kill him?

Alves pushed a lump down his dry throat. The strange words of the prime minister had mysteriously dried his throat.

But then again, Alves got an idea. An idea which wasn't really making sense, but which he had decided to hold unto;

The man in white suit must have announced him to the prime minister as the owner of Austrix and the trillionaire tower. Given by how ambitious the prime minister was, there was no limit to Alves' imaginations. He knew that the prime minister could be impossi