Becoming the Richest Man Alive

Chapter 80

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.

the target of

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

great effort looking for the ball. He

sit down when Rosalind stopped him. “Don’t sit down yet.

Rosaline pointed at a gash on his arm. “Look at that!

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 order you around? Picking up balls and

Casper’s wound, a look of indignation

nothing. Don’t worry

out a napkin and wiped the blood around the wound. Then he

leave it like this. I’ll stop the bleeding first, and then we need to get

that she had brought along with her, grabbed Casper’s arm, and used the water to clean his wound before carefully wiping it

was apparently touched

there

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

Casper too, so when she

What are you

away from Casper. “Don’t get

Rosaline retorted as she wrenched

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

the brink

a worthless nobody, so she

why someone like Casper even bothered to join the table tennis

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