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Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Hell
"Look, the loser is here."Alves entered into the funeral hall to those words. But the haste and horror which followed the news of his grandfather's death couldn't let him care less about the insults. After all, he was used to them. "I'm glad that Laura didn't marry him yet. He would had jinxed our family.""Who knows, the delayed contract signing with AUSTRIX group was because of his bad luck."Alves ignored the side talks and whispers meant to deride him. His heart was shattered. He knelt at the front of the coffin. The coffin of the man who always spoke up for him. The man who had made sure he remained in the CASPER'S MANSION. The only person who was nice to him."Grandpa, why did you go this early? Why did you leave me alone in this cruel world."A tear strayed from his eyes. He made to clutch at the coffin to bowl out his eyes, but suddenly he felt two hands on his back. He looked up, it was Michael and his immediate younger brother, Simeon. "Stop making a scene, loser."Michae
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Anonymous
Alves' jaws dropped. A gate man's son? Was that how they saw him?He didn't know that he had gone past relegation in the house. He couldn't find his words. "Oh, the gate man's son. I thought he's Laura's husband to be, your son-in-law."Manuel looked away from Alves. Madam chuckled,"You amaze me, Mr Lorget. How could I be so tasteless in my choice of Son-in-law?"Alves felt like he had been shut. He looked towards Laura, his potential wife to be. But Laura threw her face away. He was more disturbed by the reactions of Laura than Madam's words. He didn't remember having a fight with Laura. "I'll see myself out then. But I must say, you're such a wonderful woman, Mrs Casper. Not every powerful women give such right to the sons of their gate men."Manuel pecked her on both cheeks and was led out by Mrs Casper. Alves kept his gaze on Laura. He noticed that Laura kept exchanging stares with the son of Manuel who had visited with him. People began to leave the funeral hall one after the
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Dearest XMT...
Alves decided to keep quiet all through the drive to wherever the bank manager was driving him to. He neither wanted to be forward nor did he have an idea what to say. It all happened like a total shock to him. He looked at his phone again, making an attempt to count the numbers of zeros behind the one. No matter how hard he tried to, he couldn't say for sure what that range of number is called. He knew thousand, million, billion, trillion and --"We should get you changed first, sir. You must feel uncomfortable in those wet clothes."The manager offered and pulled over at the same time. SIR?It was like a dream. That was the only definition Alves could find. He watched the manager step out of the car and walked towards and into a boutique. To Alves, everything was strange. Ranging from the fact that he was being driven by the manager of Mavelik, and now the manager went to get him a new pair of clothes?!Not only was Mavelik the biggest bank in Grimmings Hills! It's an acclaimed
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "Slammed the door in his face"
"We'll love to see you around again sir. Whatever and however little your concern is, you are totally and absolutely welcomed."The manager said to Alves. He had just walked Alves out of the office and was bidding him a goodbye."Is there any other thing you would love for us to do? I mean, we could have a car take you home if you don't mind. And even if you so wish, you could take my own car home."Alves wasn't sure how to respond to the generosity of the manager. Though the manager really appeared kind to him, but he knew too well that it was an offshoot of professionalism. The manager was just working for the money. If Alves had not received such amount of money, he wouldn't have been pampered."No, I got it covered. You don't have to worry."He said and the manager nodded. He turned away from the manager. If he kept looking, the man might keep on the idle talk which Alves was already getting tired of.As soon as he noticed that the manager had left, he walked away from the vicinit
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "When will I be rich?"
Alves couldn't bring himself to accepting what had just happened. No matter how hard he thought about it, it didn't make any sense to him. There were a lot of things that left him speechless. Just yesterday, she had promised to follow him to a gala event, even though Madam was so much against it. Before the sudden and unfortunate incident of Grandpa's death which pulled all plans apart. He didn't remember having a fight with her. If it was something else he might have been able to stand it and probably ignore it. But that wasn't even the main concern. What struck him to the depth of his conscious was what followed the whole shocking event. She slammed the door in his face!!!He wanted himself to believe so badly that he was held up in some sort of trance or probably a dream. That was what if felt like. Like he was dreaming!LUARA... IS CHEATING ON ME... SLAMMED THE DOOR IN MY FACE. He didn't know which of the two thoughts was the most devastating. All he did was stare, he couldn'
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "Could it be?"
Alves phone started buzzing in his pocket. He brought it out before any other thing; he was still on his knees, in an open place. The hidden exit which he had taken led to an exposed roadside. He looked at the caller. Seeing the caller, he helped himself to his feet. He could see people gazing at him, but he didn't care. If they had an idea what he was going through, they probably would tell him to continue doing whatever he thought right. "Why is Charles calling me?"He thought first, staring at the number for a while. He knew he has to make a decision as soon as possible else the call would fall through. He answered the call. "Hey Charles. I was just about to call you."It wasn't a lie. That was the next thing he had in mind before the whole Laura situation. "Makes sense that I called you first then. But it doesn't matter who calls who first."The husky voice of Charles came over the speaker. Alves could hear a voice underneath, over the speaker. He could tell that it was the v
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Grandpa!!!
No matter how much Alves thought about it, he couldn't bring himself to a definite conclusion. He quit tossing the thoughts from one side to the other. He walked towards the open space and stopped a cab."Majood Riverside."He told the driver and the cab zoomed off. It didn't take much time to get there. He got off and paid. He turned at once in the direction of the Riverside.He stood there for a while, doing the last thinking, perhaps he could take a guess of whom the person he was going to meet was.It was only grandpa who would take him to the Riverside on his birthdays when he was younger even up to this day. If it wasn't because of the cold hands of death, he probably would be there next week too. His birthday.He shook his head scoffing,"Impossible. His coffin was taken away."That was the funny thought he had.WHAT IF IT'S THE REAL OWNER OF THE MONEY?That was the thought he had been trying to avoid all the time. He realised finally that he was wasting time standing there. Al
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? MADAM!!!
It was hard for Alves to put his thoughts together. It was quite a difficult task to align his thoughts at that moment. There were so many things going on in his mind, but the greatest of them all was,DID GRANDPA KNOW ABOUT THE MONEY?He shook his head slowly. That didn't seat right in his mind. It was as though he needed to make a rethink.IF HE DOES, WHY DID HE HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL HIS DEATH TO TELL ME ABOUT IT?He couldn't provide an answer for that question either. He opined that he would be able to answer a question with another one.IF HE DOESN'T KNOW ABOUT THE MONEY, WHY IS THIS LETTER ADDRESSED AS THE ONE I GOT FROM THE MANAGER OF MAVELIK?It was as though his head would explode. He had gone through a lot for that day to be greeted by such a mystery."It's not a compulsion to open it right here. You can take your time. It seems to bring so many memories."The aged voice came from beside him. He had almost forgotten that he had the old man there with him. He had been so engrosse
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