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…”

We’ll win our money back tonight and take it

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

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

on the south side of town, in the third building in Mayfair Gardens. We’ll head over once we’re done drinking

it with Terrence again, he

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

himself from glancing at the unconscious Terrence through the rearview mirror. Wow.

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 to repay

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 fingers against his

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

think it’d be best to ask Eugene for some advice first,” Casper

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

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

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

talk about that another time. Get Eugene on

a raspy voice finally

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

Eugene could easily discern the truth in any situation, and Casper was well aware of

one name quickly came

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

give up gambling,

I have to do whatever it takes to help this man overcome

do what I did and chop off his hands and feet. He won’t be able to gamble even if