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.

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