Becoming the Richest Man Alive

Giselle couldn’t be bothered about keeping her image intact anymore. In fact, she was practically

gobbling the food down like a pig. Something like that would never have happened in the past.

Her reaction was understandable. After all, Casper’s meatball spaghetti was borderline perfect. The

juicy meatball, the incredible sauce, the spaghetti made just right… Every bite was heavenly bliss.

Casper was a little stunned when he saw how Giselle ate like she was going to swallow the entire bowl

down. He didn’t expect his spaghetti to be so well-received. Okay, I did not see that coming.

Giselle tilted her head up and looked at Casper upon sensing his gaze on her. She asked curiously,

“What’s wrong? Don’t just sit there and watch. You should chow down too. Didn’t you say that you’re

hungry as well?”

“Right, I should eat.”

Casper picked up his fork and tasted his spaghetti. It’s not that good, thought Casper. He didn’t use any

complicated culinary skills, and that wasn’t even a third of what he was capable of. Yet, Giselle had

already turned into a mindless glutton…

Maybe she only finds it that delicious because she is just too famished. That makes sense since she

skipped dinner.

Casper couldn’t deny that Giselle looked rather cute when she gobbled things up, though. She was

being as carefree as a kid and seeing her like that mesmerized Casper. Watching the woman he loved

enjoying the spaghetti he made for her… that, in itself, was a pleasant experience.

Truth was, Casper was the kind of guy who had always acted like someone from a low-income family.

He was mature from an early age and lived on his own when he was in high school. He cooked for

himself and would try making something new whenever he got some extra cash. At the time, he

wouldn’t use any exquisite ingredients, but he still managed to make something great.

Casper was a perfectionist as well, so he wanted to do everything to perfection. That included cooking.

He went all the way to the bookstores to read all the cookbooks and learn how to make the best dishes.

Naturally, him being a perfectionist wasn’t the only thing that prompted him to do all that. He also put in

all that effort because he wanted to enjoy delicious meals.

Giselle was content and rested on the sofa after she had an incredible supper. A stunning smile

donned her beautiful face. She didn’t seem to care that an outsider like Casper was inside her dorm

and staring at her.

“It’s late, Casper, and I have an extra bed here, anyway, so just stay for the night. You can use the bed

you slept on the last time you are here,” informed Giselle after burping. As she spoke, she pointed at

the extra room.

“Will that really be alright? I don’t want to intrude,” said Casper.

Truth was, Casper was so happy that he almost jumped when he heard her offer. I never thought that

I’d be able to stay at her place tonight! He had been praying for a chance to stay with her for quite

some time, but he didn’t jump at that opportunity right away. Instead, he asked for reaffirmation politely.

He said all that because he didn’t want Giselle to take him as a flirt. He wanted her to see him as a kid

for the moment.

Casper understood that he must take things slow with women like Giselle. I have to leave a good

impression and cannot afford to let her see me as a playboy!

He could tell that Giselle was into grounded, mature men.

“It’s not a problem at all. They would’ve already locked the gates to the dorm, so you can’t go back,

anyway. You’re not allowed to behave the way you did the last time you were here, though. Go shower

before you sleep. Oh gosh, you know, you made such a mess the last time. You were so drunk that you

threw up all over me, and I spent all night cleaning up,” replied Giselle.

Her beautiful face instinctively blushed red when she reached the end of the sentence. It was as if she

recalled an embarrassing event that had been etched into her mind.

Casper was drunk at the time, so Giselle had to help him up the stairs. Unfortunately, he did not

behave at all! He kept moving wildly and squeezed her butt several times. He even pinched her breast.

Giselle was ever so thankful that no one was around at the time. She would’ve died of shame if anyone

were to see them like that.

Naturally, there was no way Giselle would share all that with Casper.

“I was blackout drunk. I’m so sorry. Do you still have those dirty clothes with you? I’ll wash them for you

to make up for what I did,” suggested Casper as he stared endlessly at Giselle. He sounded a little

embarrassed, even though she was the one who was lounging on her sofa and caressing her tummy.

It’d be a pretty great experience to wash the famous Gigi’s clothes for her, especially if those clothes

include her undergarments…

Don’t worry, Ms. Clauder. I will definitely make sure that they are spotlessly clean.

“The pungent smell would’ve already killed me if I haven’t cleaned them yet. Geez, is that how you see

me? As someone who has no regard for cleanliness?” complained Giselle as she turned to him and roll

her eyes at him. She was pouting a little and looked utterly displeased.

She sounded like she was being coquettish with her boyfriend, and the mere sight of that stunned

Casper in place.

Giselle is so cute when she’s being childish. Ah, my heart is melting! I knew it. My Gigi is the best. I

love her so much.

“Not at all. I see you as a beautiful, hardworking, and sophisticated woman. Your future husband is one

lucky guy,” replied Casper.

He couldn’t help complimenting Giselle because she could’ve made easy money off of her beauty. Yet,

she insisted on making ends meet via her own effort and was truly a remarkable woman with honor and

pride.

Awh, Gigi is so elegant and strong. Looks like my future self really is a lucky guy.

“Stop trying to butter me up. Go shower, you punk,” said Giselle.

Even a lecturer as strict as Giselle couldn’t help feeling warm and fuzzy when she heard that

compliment. She tried to hide it by rolling her eyes at Casper, but her sweet tone betrayed her.

Casper almost turned into a wild animal when he saw her blushing a little like that. He wanted to tackle

her and have her mercilessly. Her red lips, her beautiful eyes, her stunning facial features… Everything

great about her was combined and revealed at that moment, so she was even more attractive than

usual.

It took Casper about ten minutes before he left the washroom. The first thing he saw was Giselle in her

nightwear. It was sleeveless, and Casper couldn’t help swallowing hard when he saw that.

“That was fast. You’re just in time, though. Come, sit,” offered Giselle as she tapped the empty sofa

space in front of her. She was no longer feeling stuffed when she asked, “There’s something I’d like to

ask you. Do you know someone whose online ID is Mr. Simpson?”

“Mr. Simpson?” blurted Casper. He deliberately frowned to feign confusion. After that, he shook his

head gently and pointed out, “Sounds like he used his real name, but Simpson is a common last name,

so it’d still be difficult to figure out who he really is.”

“Casper Simpson, your last name is Simpson, too. Are you the Mr. Simpson we’re talking about right

now?” asked Giselle, as she narrowed her eyes at him. Her beautiful gaze shone with suspicion as she

scanned him from head to toe.

“Hah, I wish,” replied Casper. His heart thumped faster upon hearing what Giselle said, but he knew

that it was not the right time to reveal his identity. Hence, he denied it.

“Then please investigate the matter for me. I really want to know who that Mr. Simpson is,” requested

Giselle.

She was truly relieved to hear Casper deny being Mr. Simpson. He may be rich now, but that doesn’t

mean that he is the same Mr. Simpson who has been interacting with me online.