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.