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Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "I put out the article. Deal with it."
"Oh shit."Michael cussed as soon as he looked ahead. There was already an ocean of reporters at the gate of the Casper mansion. "These retarded leeches are here!"He cussed bitterly. "Take the hidden path where Laura used to take that jerk through."Simeon advised. Michael took a glance at him. That would be the first few words they would exchange after the news hit them. But even though they had hardly spoken any words, yet their facial reactions could fill a thousand A-4 papers to their very brims. At once, Michael drifted in the other direction. When they got there, the car couldn't go through that path. So they got off and hurried on foot towards the hide. They lifted the obstacle and squeezed their ways in. The both of them kept walking without saying any word. But when they approached the mansion, Michael suddenly halted and turned to Simeon. "Go check the gateman's house. I'll go in."Michael instructed and Simeon nodded. With no argument whatsoever. The both of them par
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "Is he really our father?"
Startled to the end of their wits, the Casper family watched as Alves walked away from them. "Did he just say he put out the article?"Simeon asked his elder brother. "That's what I heard. If you heard the same thing, then ---"Michael walked out of the living, walking briskly to catch up with Alves who had just left. "We will be back for you..."Simeon threw at madam before turning to go join his elder brother. "You keep an eye on her."He said to Gareth then followed Michael. "Where do you think you are going?"Michael called at Alves who was approaching the gate of the Casper mansion. He was walking on foot towards the gate. Alves stopped walking for a while. But he didn't turn yet. He kept the position where he was and kept his frame positioned in the direction of the gate. The gateman was standing beside him too. It seemed as though he had instructed the gateman not to leave. "Do you really think you can walk into the lions den and go scot free without bathing in thick bl
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Madam's Confident.
Madam Casper was running down a silent street, occasionally looking at her back. She had been going that way in that same manner for about five minutes. When she got to the end of the street, she made a turn towards a small bungalow-looking building. When she walked in, it was a strip club. It was strange that a street which had a strip club that was busy and filled with several strippers and hood boys, was so quiet. As she walked through the club, there were couple people that bowed to her and paid her respect but she hardly paid attention to any of them. "Hey mama, want some long hard dick?"A burly guy called at her with deep voice, but she glared at the fellow. She didn't take another glance at the fellow as she kept on walking. It was obvious that she had something she didn't want to fiddle with. She kept on walking till she got to a room. She pushed the door open, after inputting the code combination. When she entered into the room, it was a tiny space. But there was a sta
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "Prepare for the wrath of the CARDINALS!!!"
"His excellency, we have the man. We are driving to the agreed location as we speak."The voice over the speaker came. But the Prime Minister didn't know what to say. He was reluctant to say the words. His eyes were glued to the TV screen which was a distance away from him and Madam Casper. The both of them had just watched with mouth agape as Alves led the gateman into the press Hall to give the speech. And now, someone was calling him, the P.M., telling him that they have the man. "What man are you talking about?"The P.M. finally found his voice. His eyes were glued to the TV screen, yet it was obvious that his attention was on whoever was speaking with him over the phone. He didn't have the luxury of time to check out the reaction of Madam Casper. He seemed to be caught up in his own worries too. He needed someone to bail him out of the bars of confusion which he had just been hurled into. "The man whom you sent us to retrieve. Sarah Casper's gateman."The man argued over the
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "Throw them out!!!"
There was a grave silence which paced the nook and crannies of the large living room of the Casper's mansion. It was an extrinsically looking living room, furnished exhaustively. But the strong grip of silence choking the peace and life which the chandeliers had upheld in the living room, made every sense of life scary. The four children of Madam Casper were seated in the living room, all eyes on the TV screen. The TV screen was like a fancy tarpaulin which had rolled out of the ceiling. The manner at which they were all staring at the television, it was obvious that there was something really significant as well as puzzling happening. In the screen, there was Alves helping the gateman up. Then the both of them bowed at the crowd of reporters, greeted by blinding flashes of light and chatters. Then Alves turned to the man and led him out of the hall. Press meeting was over!The silence which had suffered the life a breathing space earlier couldn't afford the generosity anymore.
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Kicked Out!
The four watched in utmost dismay. They couldn't believe their ears. It was only natural for them to feel that way. If there was anyone who should be pissed to the brink, it was them and not Madam. How dare she say that to them? How dare she?"What the hell is happening here? Who the fuck are these people?"Simeon raised his voice as he looked from the men hired by madam to Madam. "What do you think you are doing, Madam?"Simeon carried on, with much rage evident in his tone. "Is this how to hide your promiscuous lifestyle from us? Oh you don't feel any remorse and would kick us out of our father's mansion when you should be the one ought to be kicked out?!""Simeon..."Michael tried to caution, but Simeon didn't seem like he gave a damn. "Why the hell are you calling my name, Michael? Didn't you hear what she just said? She wants to kick us out?! After all she had done? After what we just heard about her? She thinks she has the right to do that to us? I mean what kind of boldness
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
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