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Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "...let her keep the table..."
Alves coukd see the look on Madam's face. It was a great deal of surprise permeated by shock. Alves had never seen her look like that. Unlike when he went to the Casper's Mansion after two weeks of unconsciousness, Madam's face had a shade of curiosity to this new gaze. She stared like she wanted to say something. Of course, Alves knew that it was a matter of time before she rolled the words out. Alves walked into the office, and walked in the direction of the well arranged couches which were set in the office to a corner. He settled down in one of the couches, not for once sparing Madam a glance. He was much more aware of what that would cause to Madam. He knew how hurt she would feel, on top the confusion which had gotten the best of her. "I won't be able to stay long here, I have to attend to him. We'll talk some other time."Manuel said blantly to Madam, who was still finding it quite hard to take her eyes off Alves who had presently been surrounded by the men in suits. The A
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? The government's property.
"What are you not telling me, Manuel?"Alves didn't have the luxury for honorific at that moment. He was in the limo, been driven to the Huthi Farmland. He had thrown his inquisitive gaze at Manuel who looked quite shook. "I'm sorry I held it back from you. But I thought we already agreed in the contract that the Farmland would be at my mercy."Even though Manuel knew he was in the wrong, yet he knew too well to keep the stance. He was a man who knew his right and would stand by it irrespective of the situation. Alves understood that too. He didn't want to abuse his position. And also, truth be told, he didn't really go through the contract. He didn't read through all the details. I mean, who would sit down and read through that lengthy thing?!Plus that wasn't really the main concern at that moment. The main concern was getting to the Farmland before the government. If the government officials beat them to it, Alves couldn't even imagine what to think. Originally, the Huthi Farmla
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "I should kill you."
Alves had insisted that they rode in his limo to meet the prime minister. The truth was that he never thought that it would be this easy to meet the prime minister! It wasn't just any body he was going to meet, but the only Prime Minister who was heavily guided by the best security across the world. Though Grimming Hills was more like a little space of land, a little island. Yet, it had every thing at its best. The world top companies were founded in it. It was only natural to attract attentions which would endanger the life of the citizens and government. Which gave the need for employing the best security services in the world. But Alves wasn't really intrigued to meet with the prime minster. Though things had really taken a strange turn for him, and in just two days he was already having the opportunity to visit and enter places which he had never thought he would be able to in his entire life. The situation which surrounded the visit of the prime minister was the main reason th
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Breaking the wild P.M.
"You will have me killed?"Alves wanted to be sure that he had heard the prime minister clearly. He didn't know what to think. He had expected the face of the prime to break into a silly smile that he had just pulled a prank on him. But instead, the corners of the prime minster's eyes had grown colder and even creepier. Alves had no idea what the problem could be. He didn't recall getting on the nerves of the prime minister. In short, he had never met him until now. Why then would he want to kill him?Alves pushed a lump down his dry throat. The strange words of the prime minister had mysteriously dried his throat. But then again, Alves got an idea. An idea which wasn't really making sense, but which he had decided to hold unto;The man in white suit must have announced him to the prime minister as the owner of Austrix and the trillionaire tower. Given by how ambitious the prime minister was, there was no limit to Alves' imaginations. He knew that the prime minister could be impossi
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? A bargain with the beast...
"You should learn to be patient, Villain."Alves pointed out as he stepped into the limo, followed immediately by Manuel and Villain. "I couldn't be patient, boss. I was tempted to rush it at once. I always knew what the prime minister is capable of."Villian made sure to stress. Alves took a quick glance at him for a while then looked away, a silly smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "By the look of things, it seems like things went according to plan? I mean, you look like you got the prime minister to agree with what you have in mind."If it wasn't because of how impatient Villian was, he would had also caught on with the mood of Alves like Manuel had just done. Alves shifted his gaze to Manuel and stared for a while. He could see in Manuel's eyes that he was very eager to want to know what happened with the meeting. Alves knew also that Manuel had the right to know, giving by his connection to the land. But also, he would love Manuel to understand that things weren't what
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? And spies...
When Madam Casper got back to the mansion, her face was long and unamused. Her signature look. As soon as she walked into the living room, Simeon and Matthew who were having a talk suddenly jumped on their feet. The two sons had been mentally confined to stay in the mansion with Madam. They could had gone their different ways, but Madam had her way around their heads, keeping them with her all the time. That was one of the numerous things that Alves had noticed that made him pity the two grown men who believe they were actually in their right minds. "I'm not sure what you do with your lives."She lashed out as she walked into the living room. Neither of the two could say any other words other than,"Welcome back, Madam."They were standing upright like soldiers who had gotten a call from their commanders. They could hardly share glances at each other. They watched her settle into her respective position. They noticed her reaction also. It wasn't the ordinary which she would have o
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Proposed Party...
"Have you completed the transaction?"Alves looked up from the tablet. He was busy with something which he didn't want the lot to see. "Just a second, Boss. I'll be through in that much --- done."Villian went through with the explanation. Alves took a pause, taking a glance at Villian who was now on his feet. "There is no receipt or any formal verification of this transaction, Boss. Aren't you scared that the prime minister might be up for a dirty game?"Not only Villain's voice held that much concern, his face was no any different. He was staring as though he would make a wonder out of nothing. "Let him do whatever he would. And come to think of it, the money was sent to the government account. You verified that yourself. No matter how shady he wants to play, at least there is a measure to ---""I just got a mail."Villian interrupted suddenly. Alves should be mad at him for randomly cutting him short but didn't. The urgency in Villain's face told him whatever the mail was about
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "...use the prime minister..."
He had been doing the same thing for so many minutes now. He got tired. He dropped the tablet. His mind was occupied. He was in his study. He got up on his feet and walked away from his stationed position to one of the corners of the room. There were medieval arts and paintings on the wall. The interior of the study was captivating and beautiful. Alves hadn't really had the time to appreciate the aesthetics of the tower. He hadn't even had the time to walk the breadth and check out the gardens. He had a lot going on in his mind. He wanted to do so many things, yet he found himself doing hardly nothing. Though he already told himself that he would have to focus on one thing at a time, yet he couldn't help but be distracted. And there was the thought of the quintillion which he had been spending from. A dark part of him kept haunting him and telling him that one day he might have to refund the money to whoever sent it. At first, he had bought the Autrix group so he could make up fo
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