“I’m not going to call you Boss. You can’t win!”

Charlie’s eyes filled with fury as he dialed his father once more. If looks could kill, Casper would be dead. As the line connected, Charlie shouted into the phone, “Dad, I need two hundred thousand!”

“Charlie, why are you suddenly asking for so much money? What about the hundred thousand I just transferred to your account? Are you kidnapped? Don’t scare me.” His dad’s voice drifted out of the receiver.

Casper almost burst out laughing when he overheard the conversation. Only years of etiquette classes held him back, though he stared contemptuously at Charlie.

“Dad, I’m not kidnapped. Some broke loser’s embarrassing me; I need the money to get one over him!” Charlie gritted out.

The money was in his account barely a minute later.

Charlie donated the entire sum right away. Casper acted like he was in a dilemma once more before he matched the amount.

“You should give up, Mr. Class President. I’m still up by ten. Just get on your knees and call me Boss. I’m waiting,” Casper commented nonchalantly.

Meanwhile, everyone in the class was staring at the situation with their mouths agape. They wondered just how much money Casper won in that mysterious lottery.

Did he win the one million jackpot? Kitty must be blind if he did!

I can’t

incensed Charlie called his father and demanded

imagine just how wealthy Charlie’s family was. He’s a classic rich

that the sum had more than doubled,

can a broke loser come up with half

came through the receiver, and he hung up

to meet Casper’s smug smile as he turned around. His frantic mind suddenly slowed when he realized that his father was right. He

me for a fool?” he fumed as he glared at

always be ahead of

fury, though no words came out of

forcing the pretentious Charlie

a group of people entered the classroom, including the dean of the university. They were here to ask about the donation. The seven-digit sum collected in such a short time

him, boasting about their close to half

you fulfill the conditions of the bet? Kneel and call me Boss. You should be prepared

to let them off the hook. “Mr. Tripp, you suggested the bet

go of this matter of kneeling and calling you Boss.” After learning more details about

announced as he stared intently at

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