Becoming the Richest Man Alive

To his surprise, Terrence scrutinized his car and suddenly grabbed the hem of his shirt. “You mentioned earlier that you’re rich, didn’t you? Why don’t you lend me some money? I’ll win this time, trust me. I’ll definitely win!”

Upon hearing that, a deep frown creased Casper’s brow. My goodness, Terrence’s gambling addiction is beyond cure. He’s in such dire straits, but instead of mending his ways, he only wants to gamble more.

“Mr. Clauder, you’re already deep in debt, and there’s no way you’ll win your money back. Please give up on it. What’s Giselle supposed to do if you carry on like this?”

Alas, that only riled Terrence up. “So what?” he snapped. “I’ll win the money back sooner or later! I can, and I will!”

Casper knew Terrence’s addiction had spiraled out of control, and no amount of advice would help at that point. Unfortunately, the latter was still his future father-in-law, and he couldn’t possibly leave him stranded.

“All right, Mr. Clauder. Why don’t you head home to get some rest first? Once you’ve regained your energy, you can try your luck at the tables again. I’ll also give you as much money as you want.”

Terrence, however, gave a flat-out refusal. “No. I have to win my money back tonight. I’m so close to getting a win! Trust me. Lady Luck’s about to shine on me. When that happens, I’ll be able to recoup everything that I’ve lost!”

Even as he made those claims, Terrence held onto Casper’s arm like a dying man desperately clutching at his last lifeline.

Having witnessed the appalling behavior, Casper couldn’t believe that the man in front of him was the father of someone as kind and thoughtful as Giselle.

After pondering for a while, he finally replied, “I understand, Mr. Clauder. I’ll withdraw the money and take you there myself. I have faith that you’ll win everything back tonight.”

“That’s wonderful!” Terrence exclaimed as his face lit up. “You’ll only have to lend me five million, no, make that three million! Three million, and I’ll double it in one night. Everything will be settled in the morning!”

“That’s good to hear, Mr. Clauder,” Casper answered, having no choice but to play along. “Let me get the money. I’m positive that we’ll make a killing tonight! Mrs. Clauder will also regain her confidence in you when this is all over.”

At the mention of Giselle’s mother, Terrence suddenly froze up. “Oh, yes. Belinda will forgive me without a doubt. I won’t let her down…”

and take it to Mrs. Clauder first thing in

he heard that. “Yes, yes, yes. We’ll look

Clauder? We’ll be so happy with our winnings in the morning that I’m sure we’ll go drinking and celebrating. If you get drunk, my subordinate wouldn’t know

nod. “How can we not drink our fill after a big win? Anyway, I live on the south side of town, in the third building in Mayfair

he confirmed it with Terrence again, he knocked the latter’s lights out

Casper turned to the man sitting at the wheel, who happened to be one of the underlings at Firewolf Chamber of Commerce. “Did you

at the unconscious Terrence through the rearview mirror. Wow. How did Boss knock him out with a single hit

had just knocked out. I can’t believe Giselle has such a useless father, and she never told me about it. Thank goodness I ran into him at the gambling resort. Otherwise, it might get to a point where even I won’t be able

help Terrence quit his gambling addiction. As he began drumming his fingers against his

taking drugs. It was easy to get hooked

to ask Eugene for

him on their blacklists. He was now a fugitive, which explained why he couldn’t have

phone and instantly choked out, “Boss, Eugene started gambling with us once he got here, and I’ve already lost all my money to him.

Casper was speechless. Hasn’t it only been a few minutes? Gosh, Eugene

that another time. Get

a raspy voice finally

cleared his throat and proceeded to tell Eugene everything about Terrence’s plight. After listening to the entire story, Eugene scoffed, “I’m very sure someone has set this guy up,

years of experience in the world of crime, Eugene could easily discern the truth in any situation, and Casper was well

stunned as one name quickly came to mind—Sawyer

for me, huh?” Casper said through gritted teeth. He’s way too ruthless, though. Who knew he’d resort to such underhanded means to

give up gambling, you can forget about it. It’s

to quit, but I have to do whatever it

so insistent, there are other methods you can explore. For example, you can do what I did and chop