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Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Plot twist; Sarah's story
"My name is Sarah Casper, the wife of the deceased Arnold Casper, and the daughter-in-law of the lovely Casper who is the founder of the great Casper groups.""That ---""Simeon!"Michael snapped at Simeon. "We will all be silent for as long as this meeting takes. Just watch. No one is allowed to say anything until all is done."Simoen grunted in displeasure after the warning of Michael. Not that he held it in high regard, but it was quite obvious that he was somewhat willing to allow the beast in him rest for a while. He looked it. There was silence again. "But why is she looking like she had just lost someone? She's fucking pretending and you are telling me to be quiet?"Simeon argued further but no one answered him. So, it was only right for him to take wisdom. Speaking of Madam, her face looked sad and swollen. She looked like someone who had been crying for seven days. Her eyes were weary and her nose busy. There was a handkerchief with her which she used to blow her nose eve
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "Yet, officially I'm not their father."
"This crazy woman! How dare she?! How dare she lie to the public?!"The gateman was on his feet, bawling out his rage, but at no one but the moving subject in the TV. Madam Casper. "How could she even say that? Is Grimming Hills a joke to her? Are the people a sort of joke to her?"He carried his argument on as he yelled. He had much energy which was identical to that of Simeon, but a projected calmness that rules over Gareth. "Is she telling a lie?"Alves called at him. Alves was settled in a couch behind the man, and Villian was standing behind the couch. The man spun around almost immediately. "Absolutely! She is telling a lie, Alves. She is telling a fat lie and putting up a show!"The man argued so passionately. It was written all over his face that he wished he could do something else other than yell on top of his voice and argue behind the screen. "Mind your words, old man. You should never call my boss by his name, never again!"Villian snapped at the man almost so sudde
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Two puns: "That was Alves!"
The car pulled over at the front of a shabby bungalow. The roof was thatched and the garden which surrounded it was outgrown and unkempt. It smelled rots and oil. "I'll advise you stay in the car, Young Master. That house looks like the hide of a otherworldly things. I can't and won't allow any stain to smear you let alone---""After you."Alves said to the gateman, throwing all what Villian had said into the air. "Young Master."Villain called, watching as the gateman led the way. "That fool has no idea what I have been through before now."Alves said to the man. "I should wait here and watch."Villain was reluctant, looking around him. The neighbourhood looked local and confined. It was the quietest place in the whole of Grimming Hills. "Maybe not."He changed his mind and hurried inside. When he walked into the room, where Alves and the old man were, something dropped from the door posts and hit him on the head. He didn't even make a sound let alone touch to feel the pain. "
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? TIFF files.
Several days had passed, and Gareth and Laura were seated in the living room of Simeon's duplex. None of them knew yet how he was able to secure such a magnificent building under the haunting watch of Madam. But that wasn't really the main deal. The past few days had been spent in silence and solitude. Each of them had needed time to process the information which Madam had given in the press meeting. Even some of them didn't have the interest in other superficial things, like taking calls and other things related to it. The news had hit them off guard, making a cat out of a ruthless lion. Gareth and Laura were talking almost in whispers as though this doesn't want the other to hear what he was saying. That kept on going for a while. Unitl the door was pushed open and Michael walked inside. "Simeon."He called so loudly that even the deaf wouldn't have an excuse.He settled down and say greetings to his younger ones. The reactions of Gareth and Laura changed. They looked anxious a
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Raving hearts.
"What the fuck exactly is happening?""I mean I can't wrap my head around it.""This really has got to be a sort of sitcom or something.""Or perhaps someone is using all of you to catch a sort of cruise... or a prank?"The silence which had been suddenly crushed and beaten to pulp by the sequence of argument miraculously found its old form again, clothing and draping the living room in its best fashion. Each person who would stare into the nothingness, now pick anyone, whom his mind dim fit, in his gaze. The coldness slowly graduated into a chilly warmth. "He is not our legal father?"Gareth smeared the silence again, ripping it open to let every form of sound intrude. "Legal father? Since when did that become a thing?"Michael carried on almost immediately. "Does that mean that somehow Gareth is still my brother?""Will you just shut up and let me think?"Simoen snapped at Laura all of a sudden. He looked a little bit irritated. Yet he wasn't done with whatever he had in mind.
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Court - Bounce Back
The court room was unusually teeming with audience. After a while everyone had settled down, the judge walked in. The jury was a distance away to the left-side of the given space. Everyone had their eyes on the judge. She seemed to be busy with something as she had her attention spent on something which was on the table. The formal burden all rested on her shoulder. There was no one by her right nor left to help her make decision. Save the jury who was in her eyeshot. But then when she pushed up her head, it was as though she already had her way around this even though it hadn't started yet. "The attorney representing the Plaintiff can supplant her argument."The judge called and a tall beautiful lady got up on her feet. She was dressed formally yet with the touch of elegance. She looked to her side. There was Simeon seated there. Simeon nodded at her and then a gentle smile ran across her face. The unspoken transaction which had just happened between the both of them gave severa
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "I was Dead Drunk"
"That bitch! That fucking bitch! I want to beat the hell out of her. I want to pluck all her teeth."Simeon paused for a while and scoffed. "She was even laughing. She laughed at me. She smiled. She must think that she has everything figured out. She must really think herself to be untouchable. She must really feel like nothing can get to her since she is ---""Simeon can you stop acting childishly?!"Michael cut him short. Micheal held a stern stare at him, scolding him with his gaze even though his mouth was reluctant to let the words out. "Am I childish? Am I really childish? Getting pissed off and worried that that bitch might go unpunished is acting childish to you, really? I'm childish right?""Yes you are!"A bold feminine voice threw his argument right in his face. Everyone looked in the direction of the owner of the voice. It was Simeon's lawyer. The lady who had represented them in the court. "If you weren't my boyfriend, I would had dropped this case. How dare you think
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "His Highness, we found you."
"I don't think those boys would be able to beat Sarah on this case. She seemed to be prepared for everything that comes her way. And to think of it, Simeon had taken a wrong step by giving her a hint. The next court case would be too tough for them. It would seem like pouring water in a basket."Villian took a pause, he took a glance at Alves who had been silent all along. The both of them were seated in a garden. On a wooden bench. There was a blue lake few metres away from the bench. "Boss?"Villian wanted to make sure that he wasn't speaking into the air. That everything he had said hadn't been blown into the air and carried away by the travelling wind. Alves slowly shifted his gaze to Villian and stared at him for a while. When Villian noticed that he was staring too long, he dropped his gaze. He couldn't keep looking his boss in the eyes. Alves looked away from him to the lake again. It was quite hard to tell what was going on in his mind. He had been quiet like that for a lon
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