Becoming the Richest Man Alive

The largest underground gambling resort in Horington was completely decimated on this day.

Casper dismissed all of Horington Casino’s original employees as they weren’t of use to him now with their one-track knowledge of the gambling resort. In addition, he commandeered several small-bore pistols. Though the guns were initially only intended to intimidate instead of inflicting physical harm, the unprecedented appearance of Casper changed that.

“It amuses me to imagine how Sawyer Lingham will react to the news tomorrow morning since part of the shares still belongs to Lingham Group!” Casper cackled with his hands full of stock futures. The mere thought of winning all these with only ten million as bankroll would put him in a jolly mood for days.

But there was still one problem left unresolved. Casper had questioned Eugene on how the spoils were to be shared between them before the operation, but his only reply was that they’d cross the bridge once they got to it while lighting a cigarette.

“How much would you like?” asked Casper warily. He was aware that Eugene was a strong contributor to the success of their mission and it would be unwise to be miserly now. Casper and Terrence would have floundered miserably if not for Eugene’s leadership.

“Give me one hundred and thirty million, out of which thirty million will go to Michael,” replied Eugene after some consideration.

“Are you sure that’s enough?” exclaimed Casper in disbelief.

Eugene directed his stare at him. “We gamblers are all slaves to our own greed. I have my eyes set on bigger returns in the future is all. Besides, I owe you my life, so this amount will suffice.”

Casper gave a silent nod of acknowledgment and proceeded to empty the upper floor of cash to Eugene. Eugene then magnanimously doled out 5 million to Stallion, an underling of the Firewolf Chamber of Commerce.

Stallion was agog at the tiny fortune stuffed in his hands.

“This is good and all, but don’t forget that you guys still owe me,” said Eugene amusingly. This was his closest attempt at cracking a joke.

Stallion’s perception of Eugene the gambling geezer was instantly altered. The gods of gambling seemed to favor him, and he claimed to cover the purchase of all their cigarettes in the future.

they shook their heads in

Winston that the three men finally

entertained the possibility of recruiting Gunther as

sight of Michael and wondered when exactly he had betrayed his mentor and fraternized with Eugene right

aside and discreetly

of a merchant intent on having a good time as instructed by Harold. We figured that Harold would only dispatch someone highly skilled and trustworthy and soon put two

were the words written: Subterfuge, dividends, agree, Liesfield, neutral,

his answer. Hemsworth if he consented, and Liesfield if he were to remain undecided. It

both of them were actually

I ignored him throughout the first three rounds and relied on myself. I commend your astute observation, lad. It’s also why my plan went smoothly for the first three rounds, and it wasn’t till the fourth round

round of betting. “Harold, you can’t possibly

him once he lost. With each of Harold’s losses, the more dire Michael’s circumstances became. During the third round, Eugene started chatting with the three men, and a dialogue ensued between the

my packet of Hemsworth. Why didn’t you

you wanted high-quality

mind. Are there

on man, are there any? Do get me one when you head

“Fine!” grumbled Michael disdainfully.

with intent to those

soon to near

first time my mentor has

ask you once

has the upper hand. Help me, and you may still get a share of