Becoming the Richest Man Alive

Chapter 95

After dinner, Casper suggested that they visit Horington food street. Everything was already in place at Horington food street. Earlier, Casper had commanded the installation of pinhole cameras at multiple locations distributed along the length of the street.

Casper’s intention for heading there that day was not to partake in the sumptuous fare offered all along the street. Rather, he wanted to capture those who were the masterminds of the fabled haunting of Horington food street.

Stallion had helpfully brought a few of his lackeys along to add to their numbers.

Elena had been intimidated at first, but her curiosity soon convinced her to trail along.

She now sat inside one of the shops that had a clear view of the street outside, which she nervously glanced at intermittently.

Two strapping brutes sat on either side of Elena, dwarfing her petite frame. They sat staring ahead gravely, entirely focused on watching over Elena’s safety.

They, too, had pinhole cameras attached discreetly to them to record any untoward incidents that might occur.

As an added layer of security, Stallion had set up a post in a private room within the shop, carefully monitoring the live footage.

The pinhole cameras strategically placed throughout Horington food street covered practically every angle and crevice conceivable.

Casper was hidden in a dark corner somewhere, like a predator waiting to spring.

Time ticked steadily away. When Elena checked her watch next, it read ten minutes to midnight.

“Anything?” Casper asked from his hiding spot in a room on the second floor of a shop along Horington food street. Concealed by the curtains, Casper would remain invisible unless the situation became irremediable.

Peering at his screen, Stallion replied shortly, “Nothing.”

The crowd had vanished, leaving in its wake the empty streets lit gloomily by the dim yellow glow of several street lamps. Elena bit her lip, feeling a sudden surge of fear within her.

Sensing Elena’s concern, Casper muttered into his earpiece to soothe her, “Don’t worry, I’m here.”

In Casper’s room was another setup from which he had the master control over all of the surveillance cameras and their footage.

also afforded him an unobstructed view

The clock in the shop chimed, punctuating the silence.

was about to begin. Elena twisted both hands together apprehensively, her gaze

the end of the street. Casper thought that he could detect black shadows moving within its cover. Casper, too, had dressed entirely in black. Wearing a facial mask, he now peeked out from

that she felt as if her whole body had gone numb. She had prepared herself for odd

the fan in the shop turned on and began spinning

shrieked, reflexively clutching the muscular arm of the

as she hung onto his arm for dear life. In a gruff voice, the guard stammered awkwardly, “Ms. Schneider,

protect her from anyone, Elena would already have put her guards

seemed to have fallen on deaf ears. Paralyzed by

sight of the peculiar scene before him, Casper hurriedly spoke into his Bluetooth earpiece, “How are you all

onto me so tightly that I think she’s going to take my hand off,”

atmosphere, Casper couldn’t help but break into a grin. “Elena, everything will be fine,” he called

guard’s earpiece, she felt somewhat comforted. However, she insisted feebly, “I think there are ghosts haunting

exist. Aren’t you a university graduate? How can you be so superstitious?

distressed to find that the electrical supply had been shut off, rendering his strategically-placed surveillance cameras useless. Fortunately,

grimly. The thugs he had kept lying in wait in the

guard sitting beside Elena, however, was helpless. Elena’s grip was like iron, and the

unfolded before his watchful gaze. When the group enveloped within the

the shop? They should have discovered the surveillance cameras we placed in the shop. They’re escaping

no reply

Casper dashed down the stairs and outside. The men he had arranged

air. Casper could vaguely detect the smell of chloroform wreathed

and buy himself

along as extra manpower had, too, fallen. Even those

of footsteps approaching him, then

the muscles all over his body as if he were in a

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