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.

heads in refusal. “We were

call Winston that the three men finally relented in

handing over the cash, Casper entertained the possibility of recruiting Gunther as a man of such prowess would surely be valuable

corner of his eye, Casper caught sight of Michael and wondered when exactly

discreetly

and trustworthy and soon put two and two together…” When Harold had to excuse himself to the bathroom for the first time, Eugene requested to purchase a pack of cigarettes and passed Michael a hundred. Concealed within it was a paper

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

brands to represent his answer. Hemsworth if he consented, and Liesfield if he were to remain undecided. It was unnecessary for him

them were actually playing the long

have mattered as I ignored him throughout the first three rounds and relied on myself. I commend your astute observation, lad. It’s

he had overheard Eugene saying during the first round of betting.

the fact that Harold would get rid of him once he lost. With each of Harold’s losses,

Hemsworth. Why didn’t you get me some

fixed Eugene with a glare. “Didn’t you mention that you wanted

Are there still any Liesfield cigarettes

to disregard Eugene, but the latter was unusually adamant. “Come on man, are

“Fine!” grumbled Michael disdainfully.

rife with intent to those who were in on

while, and we’re soon to near the end

the first time my mentor has suffered such a loss,” responded

ask you once again then, subterfuge

room for discussion by following up insistently, “It’s obvious by now who has the upper hand. Help me, and you may still get a share of the winnings. Suit