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.”