Chapter-64
James's mansion named Mammon, was not as quite as it would be. The ferocious ocean's roar could be anywhere in the island except the fully closed windows of the mansion. Mammon got used to breath the artificial air of the air conditioner and hardly inhaled the fresh air released from the emerald green leaves of the joint family trees residing in the island. An hard boiled mansion with A to Z security. Even the mighty army of ants, bees and mosquitoes couldn't penetrate inside him as the gardeners periodically polished his outer skin with insect repellents. A group of ten people would take care of the interiors of Mammon and perform the activities like changing the flowers, checking the conditions of the wooden furnitures to ensure no termites could have a chance and the bed sheets were fre
- Writer
