Becoming the Richest Man Alive

Outside, he saw Eugene’s table. Taken aback, Casper questioned him, “You’ve been gambling the whole night. How are you going out tonight?”

Eugene was brimming with energy and excitement, holding a domino tile in his hand. On the other hand, the other men looked washed out and listless. There were dark circles around their eyes.

“Since we’re gambling, we should play to our heart’s content. Don’t worry; we’ll go to bed after I win this round. By nighttime, we will be wide awake. We’ll walk away with all the winnings.”

Eugene placed his tile down. “I’m supreme. Winner takes all!”

The men handed over the money to Eugene mechanically. After counting the money, Eugene stood up and declared, “Game over! We’ll play again tonight.” He then hobbled away.

Casper’s lips curled into a smile as he watched Eugene limp out of the room. “How freaky.”

Stallion looked as exhausted as the others with dark circles around his eyes. He walked up to Casper. “Boss, we can’t keep this guy. He’s been winning money from all of us the whole night. He said gamblers are all sc*mbags, but he’s the biggest sc*mbag of all. We’ve played throughout the night, yet he showed no signs of fatigue. If you didn’t appear, I’m afraid we would have lost all our savings to him.”

Casper hit Stallion gently on his head. “Did he force you to gamble?”

“No, no, but he won so much money from us tonight. If he continues to stay here, we’ll all be done for.” Stallion was resentful of the fact that he had lost half a year’s supply of cigarettes to Eugene.

Casper sneered, “Brat, do you still dare to gamble with him after tonight? Although he’s a little strange, he has a sense of propriety. He knows when to stop when he sees me approaching. It goes to show that he is aware that he has to control his gambling habit since he’s putting up with us.”

Casper looked at the domino tiles on the table and chuckled when he thought of Eugene’s look earlier. It was as though he still wanted to continue gambling. “I thought he’s an injured wolf, but he’s actually a hungry tiger. These games are just appetizers to tonight’s feast. He’s only using it as a warmup.”

The more Casper thought about the upcoming game, the more excited he became. He tapped Stallion on the shoulder and said, “It’s my luck to meet such an oddball. He’s already won so much from all of you. Can you imagine how much more he can win when he meets our enemies? I’m sure he’ll make a bigger killing!”

However, Stallion did not understand why Casper was so eager about tonight’s game. “All right then. I’ll not gamble with him anymore. Gambling is the parent of all vice. I only gambled for a while, and all my money is gone. It’s too shocking.”

butt. “Go get some sleep. We have an important

the house and took a bath before heading out to look

the CEO of Tycoon. “Mr. Simpson, who is this person? I’ve never seen him.

him. Although Wyatt is an ambitious man, it’s his first time taking on a management role. I need you to watch over him. If you think that he’s doing something

at Casper’s hand on hers. She said softly, “Does

I’m not coming? I’ll come whenever I have time. Not just Tycoon, I’ll need your help in the

took out a piece of document that Wyatt had given him earlier. It was a

I want this

walked in with his notebook. He would jot

than thirty percent. Your hotel has a good reputation, and we have a steady stream of regulars every

placed his pen behind his ear as he looked at his notes. In less than half an hour, he

it’s because of a secret recipe for a dish served in our hotel. Many

a core competency of

then left to venture elsewhere in the hotel, taking along his notebook. Elena was a very attractive woman, but not once did he

look for Sheryl.” Casper

could only sigh as she followed behind Wyatt. All of a sudden, Wyatt stopped taking notes

at Wyatt. “What

relationship between the core management team members will affect the company’s operations. I am just asking. Don’t

with his notebook. Elena stomped her foot indignantly. “What kind of weirdo has

Sawyer had not sent anyone over to Sheryl’s house lately. He then paid

aroma as he walked up to the entrance. He suddenly got excited, thinking that

on it. She was wearing an apron and

to try the lunch that I’ve

before heading back to the kitchen. Casper plonked himself on the couch. Shortly