Becoming the Richest Man Alive

After giving a call to the Lanes, Casper felt more relieved and was able to fall asleep at the stronghold.

The next morning, he was woken up by a commotion and quickly went out to take a look.

Outside, he saw Eugene’s table. Taken aback, Casper questioned him, “You’ve been gambling the

whole night. How are you going out tonight?”

Eugene was brimming with energy and excitement, holding a domino tile in his hand. On the other

hand, the other men looked washed out and listless. There were dark circles around their eyes.

“Since we’re gambling, we should play to our heart’s content. Don’t worry; we’ll go to bed after I win this

round. By nighttime, we will be wide awake. We’ll walk away with all the winnings.”

Eugene placed his tile down. “I’m supreme. Winner takes all!”

The men handed over the money to Eugene mechanically. After counting the money, Eugene stood up

and declared, “Game over! We’ll play again tonight.” He then hobbled away.

Casper’s lips curled into a smile as he watched Eugene limp out of the room. “How freaky.”

Stallion looked as exhausted as the others with dark circles around his eyes. He walked up to Casper.

“Boss, we can’t keep this guy. He’s been winning money from all of us the whole night. He said

gamblers are all sc*mbags, but he’s the biggest sc*mbag of all. We’ve played throughout the night, yet

he showed no signs of fatigue. If you didn’t appear, I’m afraid we would have lost all our savings to

him.”

Casper hit Stallion gently on his head. “Did he force you to gamble?”

“No, no, but he won so much money from us tonight. If he continues to stay here, we’ll all be done for.”

Stallion was resentful of the fact that he had lost half a year’s supply of cigarettes to Eugene.

Casper sneered, “Brat, do you still dare to gamble with him after tonight? Although he’s a little strange,

he has a sense of propriety. He knows when to stop when he sees me approaching. It goes to show

that he is aware that he has to control his gambling habit since he’s putting up with us.”

Casper looked at the domino tiles on the table and chuckled when he thought of Eugene’s look earlier.

It was as though he still wanted to continue gambling. “I thought he’s an injured wolf, but he’s actually a

hungry tiger. These games are just appetizers to tonight’s feast. He’s only using it as a warmup.”

The more Casper thought about the upcoming game, the more excited he became. He tapped Stallion

on the shoulder and said, “It’s my luck to meet such an oddball. He’s already won so much from all of

you. Can you imagine how much more he can win when he meets our enemies? I’m sure he’ll make a

bigger killing!”

However, Stallion did not understand why Casper was so eager about tonight’s game. “All right then. I’ll

not gamble with him anymore. Gambling is the parent of all vice. I only gambled for a while, and all my

money is gone. It’s too shocking.”

Casper kicked Stallion in the butt. “Go get some sleep. We have an important mission tonight.”

Casper went back to the house and took a bath before heading out to look for Wyatt. He was going to

bring Wyatt to Tycoon to show him around.

Elena was surprised to see Casper with Wyatt at Tycoon. She was astonished to learn of Casper’s

intention to make Wyatt the CEO of Tycoon. “Mr. Simpson, who is this person? I’ve never seen him.

Are you sure you want him to be the CEO?”

Casper patted her hand. “Don’t worry. This man is a genius. I believe he is capable of leading the

company. Tycoon is in good hands. I also trust that you will keep an eye on him. Although Wyatt is an

ambitious man, it’s his first time taking on a management role. I need you to watch over him. If you

think that he’s doing something inappropriate, feel free to tell me.”

Elena’s eyes twitched as she looked at Casper’s hand on hers. She said softly, “Does that mean you

won’t be coming to Tycoon these days?”

“Who says I’m not coming? I’ll come whenever I have time. Not just Tycoon, I’ll need your help in the

other businesses.”

Casper was oblivious to Elena’s expression. He took out a piece of document that Wyatt had given him

earlier. It was a proposal for the acquisition of Vamanos Manpower.

“Proceed with what’s written in this plan accordingly. I want this shell company to go bankrupt,” Casper

said.

Just then, Wyatt walked in with his notebook. He would jot down information in the notebook wherever

he went.

“Tycoon is more profitable than I thought. Compared to the other hotels, our profit is higher than thirty

percent. Your hotel has a good reputation, and we have a steady stream of regulars every day.”

Wyatt placed his pen behind his ear as he looked at his notes. In less than half an hour, he had already

learned everything about Tycoon.

“Yes, it’s because of a secret recipe for a dish served in our hotel. Many guests come here for this

dish.”

Wyatt nodded. “This is a core competency of the business. Such skills will never hurt us.”

He then left to venture elsewhere in the hotel, taking along his notebook. Elena was a very attractive

woman, but not once did he cast a look at her. At the moment, he only focused his mind on the

company.

“I’ll leave everything to you here. I’m going over to look for Sheryl.” Casper left immediately after

making Elena in charge of everything in Tycoon.

Elena could only sigh as she followed behind Wyatt. All of a sudden, Wyatt stopped taking notes and

turned to Elena. “Do you like Casper?”

Elena shifted uneasily as she looked at Wyatt. “What nonsense are you talking about?”

Wyatt gave her a knowing smile. “The relationship between the core management team members will

affect the company’s operations. I am just asking. Don’t be so nervous.”

He then walked to another area with his notebook. Elena stomped her foot indignantly. “What kind of

weirdo has Mr. Simpson hired?”

Earlier, Casper had checked with the underling at Firewolf Chamber of Commerce and confirmed that

Sawyer had not sent anyone over to Sheryl’s house lately. He then paid Sheryl a visit.

Casper smelled a delicious aroma as he walked up to the entrance. He suddenly got excited, thinking

that Sheryl had regained her culinary skills.

Sheryl opened the door when he knocked on it. She was wearing an apron and a pair of gloves. There

was a ladle in her hand.

“Oh, you’re here just in time to try the lunch that I’ve prepared.”

Sheryl led Casper into her house before heading back to the kitchen. Casper plonked himself on the

couch. Shortly after, Sheryl brought the food out.

“It’s just some simple dishes.”

Casper was surprised when he saw the food. The meal consisted of several home-cooked dishes,

mushroom omelet, chicken casserole, and beef stew.

“What’s wrong? You don’t fancy the food?”

Sheryl passed some bread to Casper.

“No, I’m just surprised even homecooked food smells so good.”

Casper took a piece of the omelet and ate it. It was fluffy on the outside but firm enough to contain the

mushrooms inside. The taste was delectable.

“You find the food delicious because you’re hungry. When one is hungry, even a simple burger will taste

good.”

Soon, Casper ate every savory morsel of the food on his plate. His taste buds had been used to

gourmet cooking, yet now he was happily chomping on these home-cooked dishes.

“I never like mushrooms, and I didn’t expect them to be so tasty.” Casper’s appetite was so good that

he polished up all the food on the table.

“Mushrooms are very versatile ingredients, and they are a perfect complement to the egg. It’s so easy

on the palate that you will want to eat more.” Sheryl placed her hand on her chin as she looked at

Casper. It was only then that Casper realized that Sheryl had not taken a single bite of the food.

“Sheryl, I’ve forgotten all about you. Why aren’t you eating?”

Sheryl twirled a strand of hair around her finger. “What’s the hurry? I know that you’re also a fantastic

cook. You can cook the potatoes so well that they taste like meat. I want to try your cooking too.”

“All right then. I’ll give it a shot.” Casper went into the kitchen. Using the ingredients he found in the

refrigerator, he made two dishes. They were garlic butter shrimp and crab cakes.

Sheryl took a bite. She closed her eyes as she chewed on the food. “These are culinary masterpieces.

They look and taste good.”

Sheryl placed the cutlery on the table and sighed. “It’s a pity, though. I just want to eat something

simple. What a waste of your cooking skills.”