Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?

"He must be bluffing..."

"He must be bluffing. That's it. He must be bluffing."

Madam Casper seemed unrest as she paced one corner of the large living room to the other. She couldn't help herself to stay in one spot. There was obviously a lot going on with her, but she didn't want to wait it out.

At a point, she halted by one of the couches. Her gaze was lifted towards a painting in the wall. Her scurrying eyes travelled across the content of the painting. At a point, it seemed like she was invested in the art instead of what she had said earlier.

"He had been away since forever. But he returns to me to say that? Could that really be a bluff? Or is he up to something?"

She didn't know what to believer exactly. But she was making an effort to make a meaning of what exactly she ought to do.

"The previous time, he was successful in digging out the stories I never thought he knew about."

She took a pause.

"And even at that period, he didn't let me know before he did it. He only came here to claim the responsi