Becoming the Richest Man Alive

With that, the mass of the white shirt Casper had on today, alongside his pants, were drenched into a

shade of claret, enveloping his entire person with the dense piquancy of fermented grapes.

Elena was so shocked that the cutlery fell from her hands. She let out a yelp and thought about helping

Casper clean up, while the female server who had just doused him tried to slink away wordlessly

before being seized by Casper.

“Hold it right there,” he said.

The server gnashed her teeth and repressed her own near overwhelming feelings of revulsion and

disgruntlement before she turned to regard Casper.

The very thought of having to gaze upon someone like him filled her with disgust.

Casper recognized her as the female server who was glaring at him earlier.

Any ordinary server would have been fretful at spilling wine all over a customer, especially when one

worked in a major hotel like this. Getting fired was one thing, but the prospect of offending the wrong

people was much worse.

Not only was this girl lacking in fearfulness, she seemed completely at ease and was also able to veil

her own emotions perfectly.

“This is on me, sir. I’m willing to bear all responsibility for it.”

Had Casper not seen her and noticed that sliver of contempt in her eyes from before, he might have

actually bought into this girl’s act.

Where was there an establishment where a server would speak to its customers in this manner?

Was that not a clear show of attitude? Is she suggesting that she’ll pay and take responsibility, but

there’s no way she’ll apologize?

Casper was rather amused by what she was implying, as though she was a tantrum-throwing kid—

remorseless and indignant even after she got caught red-handed trying to get back at an adult.

Though he had never met this server before, her temperament did not sit well with him, and for some

reason, there was a sudden sense of familiarity in the way she looked at him.

He had a strong hunch that this girl might genuinely have a more adorable side to her, even if he had

no proof to back up that conjecture.

If she was deliberately out to get him, he thought it would be unbecoming of him if he did not

reciprocate this sentiment.

Elena felt oddly envious at the way Casper looked at the girl.

Even with the frosty demeanor, the server was quite the head-turner with her phoenix-eyes, prominent

nose, delicate lips, fair complexion, and head-full of long silky tresses.

This spunky server who was quite put off by how Casper was staring at her was called Sharon Alder.

She was the head chef who dressed up as a server. All of the dishes Casper and Elena had were all

prepared by her.

The manner by which Casper was staring at her made her forget about the fact that she had just spilled

wine all over him.

“What do you want from me, you pervert? Keeping staring, and I’ll pluck your eyes out!” Sharon yelled.

Casper predictably looked a little awkward in the presence of this exceedingly combative girl.

“What’s that you say? I demand that you apologize to our boss immediately!” Before Casper could

react, Elena was first to take exception to Sharon’s words.

What the hell is this? A server so casually and viciously suggesting that she’d dig out someone else’s

eye, and to a customer too, at that.

Is she so emboldened to speak this way because she wants to be fired from the hotel, or because she

has some really powerful backers?

“Boss?” Sharon glanced at Casper mockingly. “Him? A boss? May I know if you’re blinded by your own

infatuation? You shouldn’t believe anything and everything that comes out of his mouth, or sooner or

later, you’ll come to regret it!” Sharon cautioned Elena while she glanced at Casper in abhorrence.

It was apparent that she had mistaken them for a couple, as Elena looked very much the part of a

hapless teenager who would fall prey to that sort of ignoble degenerate.

Sharon’s tone and the look in her eyes prompted Casper to sift through almost all of his memories so

as to ensure that he had, indeed, never crossed paths with this lass before.

That made Casper even more curious why was it that this girl harbored such animosity toward him.

However, Sharon did not give him that chance. She heard a name being shouted and assumed that it

was hers, and glared at Casper and then at Elena before she stormed off.

Elena was a little peeved when she switched her gaze between the departing server’s silhouette and

the stains all over Casper but could do little about that.

She then regarded Casper apologetically with her head bowed, as though she did something wrong.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Simpson. How would you like to handle this?”

Casper waved her off. “It’s fine. I’ll just go get changed later.” He then looked at her. “This isn’t your

fault, so why are you apologizing for it?”

“I should go help you get some new clothes,” Elena said quickly.

Casper was not opposed to this but merely looked at her quizzically as she had not quite been herself

the entire day.

He did not want to probe if there was anything that Elena was not comfortable sharing, lest it became a

cause for embarrassment for her.

“All right then, sorry to trouble you.” He then fished out his phone to make a bank transfer to Elena.

Elena was a little disappointed when Casper did that but made no comment before she went off to the

store.

Shirt, suit, tie, cuff-links, tie pin—every article and its design was carefully curated.