Becoming the Richest Man Alive

If her deepest thoughts were made known to all, they would think she had gone mad.

After all, Giselle was the youngest female lecturer in the recent history of Business University. She had excellent academic qualifications and a stable, well-paying job as a civil servant. Coupled with her extraordinary beauty, she could have the heart and wealth of any heir she desired.

In other words, she was the catch of the century.

Casper, on the other hand, had never been seen as anything more than a poor nobody since the first day of class. Most people believed that he came from a poor village.

There was some speculation that he might come from a large family with many brothers and sisters to feed.

His sudden windfall was scoffed upon, as many assumed that he knew nothing of growing his wealth. They gossiped about how he spent his money extravagantly to fill an immeasurable void in his life and how he would eventually find himself empty in the pockets once more.

In their eyes, Giselle and Casper were an unlikely, nay, impossible pair. Any interactions between the two were inconceivable.

If their non-platonic relationship ever reached the ears of the student community in Business University, Casper would find himself stampeded by half the male population of the university.

It was not a personal vendetta against Casper, as anyone romantically involved with Giselle would likely find themselves in the same boat.

After all, no one would ever be worthy of the BU Goddess.

Their ardent admiration for Giselle was, however, nothing more than emotional shackles.

eventually culminated in extreme outrage at the news of

Giselle would be dragged into the mess as

being, Giselle had other things to worry

that she should reject Casper and cut ties with him, though this went against her true feelings for

needed time to

Giselle was

at the moment were also

would not permit her selfishness

her phone jolted her from

man spoke in a gruff voice with a

Didn’t I clear his debts already? Leave me alone!” Giselle was

He had helped her to

memory, which strengthened her resolve to reject Casper’s

of the phone continued, “Haha, Ms. Clauder, how naive you are! You cleared your father’s earlier debt, but he owes us much more than

won’t be enough to cover his debts. You should prepare yourself as our boss is waiting. We’ll have

father owe you?” Tears streamed down her face on their own accord, dripping down onto the skirt she had worn specially for that day and

of money she had

felt like she was

to

owes us two million. We