Becoming the Richest Man Alive

Is he from a wealthy family? But why couldn’t he pay his school fees? Why does he eat people’s leftovers in the cafeteria? His actions really don’t match his status if that were true.

Giselle took a look at Casper’s cheap and tacky outfit. It doesn’t make sense.

“Sure! I’d love to. What do you want to talk about, Ms. Clauder? I’ll tell you everything I know.”

Casper would never want to miss a chance like that.

Are we talking about life? Or are we talking about something else? It’s a little too fast, but I don’t mind talking about something else. I like it.

Giselle shook her head gently when she saw how excited Casper was, rolling her eyes at him. He must be thinking of some weird ideas right now. His eyes never left my body the moment he entered the room. You really are a perverted young fellow!

She secretly scolded, not realizing that she actually did not reject the feeling of being stared at by Casper. It was as though he was about to swallow her whole, but she welcomed it, liked it even.

However, she quickly suppressed the little fondness she felt as she thought of Mr. Simpson. He was the man she liked. I wish I knew where he was. I really want to meet him.

“Ahem! I want to thank you for last time. I’ll definitely pay the two hundred thousand back.” She intentionally cleared her throat to grab Casper’s attention before thanking him.

“You already thanked me last time, right? I should be the one thanking you for bailing me out of that. If it weren’t for you, I would have joined some gangs, I reckon. I would have lost my chance to sit face to face with a beautiful teacher and talk to her,” Casper spoke from the heart.

He was grateful to her for stopping Jack from expelling him, even though he was planning to spend some money to embarrass Jack.

making fun of me at this point? You’re rich. You even helped

rash she was. Casper already had the money in his bag, but she foolishly stood up for him even though she

making fun of you, Ms. Clauder? I’d have actually forgotten

then. Don’t tell anyone about it. I don’t want anyone to find

beady eyes. “I need to know. Where did you get

the imaginative one, Ms.

Giselle, so he made something up. “I hit the jackpot and won the lottery back then. That’s why I suddenly had so much money on me. Promise me you’ll keep this between you and

a brief moment before bursting into laughter. It was a little

happening is just too low. But if you don’t feel like telling me,

as she was displeased. “How did you get hurt? Did you get in a fight outside?

can think of it as me doing what was right, I think. Yeah. That’s it. I didn’t take any credit, though.” Casper

it had almost fully

you,” Giselle spoke after she was certain that Casper was not lying. “But you should be careful. If your parents found out about this, they’d

after noticing how frighteningly clean

a brief moment after hearing that. “Umm. Is this really okay, Ms. Clauder? I should probably patch it up myself

bother her, so

trying to say I’m bad at this? Or are you telling me you’re going to throw it away since you’re rich now?” Giselle was

then. I’ll take it

off his shirt and