Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?

Her bouncer...

Alves halted at the front of the big gate of the Casper Mansion. There were memories streaming at that moment. He could remember a couple things even while he was not making an effort to reach that deep and annoying part of his memories.

He shut his eyes for a while. He could remember about few months ago. He was standing at the same spot. On this same spot. Being drenched to pool by the rain after he had been thrown out of the mansion. Before the call which changed his narrative came in.

He couldn't help but think of possibilities of events if that particular call didn't hit his phone at that particular time.

The thoughts of these things did nothing but dig the hideous grudges which he had held against Madam Casper. Of course he haven't settled with his inner man yet about it. He didn't think he could ever settle.

He knew deep down that he wouldn't stop until he had made the woman pay for everything which she had put him through. He had a couple ways to make that come to pass. Ev