Becoming the Richest Man Alive

Rosaline was fully dressed in luxury brands and demonstrated the manners of a classy lady while

Casper, whose entire outfit cost no more than fifty, was forced to be the club’s ball boy.

Despite all that, Rosaline was an advocate for equality, sincerity, and peace.

David did not like the way Casper looked at Rosaline. His face darkened. He tried speaking to the girl,

but she would not even give him the time of day. She pretended he was not there, and seemed to be

much more interested in hanging out with Casper.

Unable to bear it, David shouted at the poor junior, “Hey, Casper! I didn’t call you here to chat with girls

and enjoy the cool air! What are you, stupid? Pick up the balls!”

I can’t yell at Rosaline, but at least I can take it out on that loser, right? Goddamn it! He’s trying to steal

her from me! That insolent fool!

First, he had wasted his time loitering around the court, then he had been summoned to play a game.

With all his attention on Casper and Rosaline, he could not focus on the ball at all. Eventually, with a

final stroke of the paddle, the ball flew out of the court and ultimately landed among a pile of

equipment.

David was burning with jealousy. He deliberately made a scene to separate Casper and Rosaline.

What makes him think he’s qualified to win the pretty girl’s favor? I’m the president of this club, and yet

she doesn’t even bat an eye!

“Don’t bother. The ball’s among the equipment now.”

Rosaline frowned when she spotted the ball. “There’s so much junk over there. How are you going to

get it back? It’s too dangerous. Don’t do it. I can buy another one to replace it.”

“It’s fine.”

Casper gazed at her gratefully. He waved his hand, dismissing her worry, but deep down he was not

happy with what he had to do.

Since he was determined to keep a low profile, he should stick to it. He had come this far anyway. He

ought to get the ball back.

He wanted to avoid being the target of gossip as well.

So many sports equipment were piled up over there that the place resembled a storeroom, perhaps

even messier than one. There was no solid guardrail around the tables, so the balls could easily

bounce off the table and roll onto the ground.

Casper spent a great effort looking for the ball. He eventually found it and threw it back to David.

He returned to his seat next to the court. He was about to sit down when Rosalind stopped him. “Don’t

sit down yet. Turn around, will you?”

He did as he was told. Rosaline pointed at a gash on his arm. “Look at that! Your arm’s hurt. It’s

bleeding.”

Casper looked down. Sure enough, there was indeed a gash on his arm. He did not even know he had

been injured. His shirt was torn too. Blood had begun to soak through it.

“What gives them the right to order you around? Picking up balls and stuff. It’s dangerous. Can’t you

just… don’t do it for them?”

Rosaline frowned as she examined Casper’s wound, a look of indignation painted on her face.

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

Casper got out a napkin and wiped the blood around the wound. Then he threw it into the nearest trash

can.

“No, we can’t leave it like this. I’ll stop the bleeding first, and then we need to get you to the infirmary.

We don’t want you to be infected with tetanus.”

Rosaline spoke as she rose. Next, she opened the water bottle that she had brought along with her,

grabbed Casper’s arm, and used the water to clean his wound before carefully wiping it dry with a

piece of tissue.

Casper was apparently touched by Rosaline’s kind actions.

For a moment, he believed that there was still good in the world.

David had witnessed their little interaction and did not feel good about it at all. His face turned grouchy

as he grimaced in frustration. If he could, he would gobble up Casper in one go. How can a poor scum

like him receive my goddess’ attention? This is getting way out of hand! I’ve got to teach that rascal a

lesson.

So David walked up to Sarah and reported the incident to her. She despised Casper too, so when she

got wind of what had happened, she frowned in disapproval.

“Hey, Rosaline! What are you doing?”

Sarah quickly walked up to her friend and grabbed her hand, determined to drag her away from

Casper. “Don’t get too close to him. He’s dirt poor, and he’s disgusting. Why are you treating his

injury?”

“Why do you call him that?” Rosaline retorted as she wrenched her hand out of Sarah’s grip. She was

done being polite.

Rosaline’s reaction surprised Sarah. The vice president had not expected that her friend, who was

afraid of blood, would willingly wipe away the bloodstains on Casper’s arm. Certainly, she was being

too friendly to the poor scum.

Sarah was on the brink of losing her composure.

In her opinion, Casper was a worthless nobody, so she did not get why Rosalind was so nice to him.

She also did not understand why someone like Casper even bothered to join the table tennis club.

Ring, ring!

When Sarah was just about to put a stop to Rosalind’s actions, the phone in her pocket buzzed. It kept

on going. Sarah relented and put her hand down, opting to answer the call first.

“Hello. Um… Yes, of course, I sympathize with you… You can try lowering your standards… Of course,

your expectations aren’t high at all… As long as it’s a guy, right? But you should keep an open mind…

You don’t have to go to the matchmaking session if you don’t want to… Wait, no… Look, I can’t help

you…” The more she talked on the phone, the more helpless she felt. Luckily, the call ended rather

quickly.

“Who’s that, Sarah? I heard something about matchmaking…”

A young man who was on good terms with Sarah joyfully came up to her with an opened bottle of

water. Out of curiosity, he asked about her predicament.

“Who else? That’s my aunt,” Sarah replied in exasperation.

She accepted the bottle and took a huge gulp.

“Oh, your aunt! That gorgeous lady who came in a Bumblebee last time? She seems classy and has

good taste. What about her?” he asked in a concerned manner.

“Exactly.”

“I take that the matchmaking didn’t go well? Or was it something else…?” Not giving up, the young man

asked some more.

“You’re certainly much nosier than the girls.”

Frowning, she let out a sigh, and began to tell her story, “See, my aunt’s not getting any younger. My

grandparents want her to get married as soon as possible, but she’s always been single. Now they’re

nagging her again, so she’s turned to me for comfort.”

“Seriously? Hey, I’m single too. Why don’t you introduce your aunt to me?” The young man put on a

shameless grin as he let his lust do the talking.

“You?”

Sarah glanced at him with disdain. “No offense, but my aunt has really high standards when it comes to

men, and she’s quite a catch herself. Just because your father runs a small business, doesn’t mean

she’ll be interested in you, even if you offer yourself to her.”