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

that. “Yes, yes, yes. We’ll look for Belinda

that case, why don’t you tell me your home address now, Mr. Clauder? We’ll be so happy with our winnings in the morning that I’m sure we’ll go drinking and celebrating.

our fill after a big win? Anyway, I live on the south side of town, in the third building in Mayfair Gardens. We’ll head over once we’re

with Terrence again, he knocked the latter’s lights out with a swift chop

wheel, who happened to be one of the underlings at

mirror. Wow. How did Boss knock

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

matter how much he racked his brains, Casper still couldn’t figure out how to help Terrence quit his gambling addiction. As he began drumming his

sure—Eugene was right. Gambling addictions were just like taking drugs. It was easy to get hooked on it, but it’d be a tall order to get the addict

to ask Eugene for some

was always on the run because of his gambling activities, and many countries had since put him on their blacklists. He was now a fugitive, which explained why he couldn’t have a Paypal account or many other things that an ordinary person would have. That said, it was impressive he could still make a name for himself despite staying off the grid in

started gambling with us once he got here, and I’ve already lost all my money to him. Everyone else now owes

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

time. Get Eugene on

few seconds of background noise later, a raspy voice finally came on the other end. “What

Eugene everything about Terrence’s plight. After listening to the entire story, Eugene scoffed, “I’m very sure someone has set this guy up, and they aren’t doing it for the money. Their aim is to get him addicted to gambling and ruin

accumulated years of experience in the world of crime, Eugene could easily discern the truth

was stunned as one name quickly came to mind—Sawyer

said through gritted teeth. He’s way too ruthless, though. Who knew he’d resort to such underhanded means to get Giselle?

give up

for others to quit, but I have to do whatever it takes to

are other methods you can explore. For example, you can do what I did and chop off his hands and feet.