Becoming the Richest Man Alive

“Casper’s such a cheap*ss. Even if he tossed his spare change on the floor, I wouldn’t pick it up.”

“We should organize a fundraiser for him instead, haha! I’ll lead the donation; does anyone else want to

chip in? Gather around and sign up with me!”

He did not believe that Casper could ever be wealthy. So what if he visited the Rosen Bank? Charlie

teased Casper mercilessly, and Kitty naturally joined in.

Recently, Kitty had been privy to the mockery of other students. They claimed that she had given up on

Casper prematurely before discovering his wealthy background.

Kitty’s hatred for Casper only grew as the rumors swirled.

“I don’t need anyone’s help. I can’t believe you would use a donation to make fun of someone.”

Standing up, Casper stared coldly at Jack. “Mr. Tripp, what will you do if I can donate that amount?”

“Y-you? If you can afford, say, twenty thousand, I’ll kneel in front of all the students and call you Boss!”

Jack scoffed as he met Casper’s gaze.

A broke loser like him would never be able to afford such a sum. Giselle helps him out with his school

fees, and Casper earns his living expenses by taking up odd jobs at the university. I’m sure I saw him

eating other people’s leftover burgers. Knock me dead if he’s turned wealthy overnight.

“Twenty thousand and ten,” Casper tossed out his words carelessly.

“Haha!”

Everyone in the classroom except his friends burst into laughter after a moment’s silence, as if Casper

had just told a joke.

“You’re joking, right? Show us the money, then!” Jack demanded as his expression darkened. His

professionalism as a teacher was thrown out the window at that moment.

Casper left his seat and walked toward Jack. Pulling out his new bank card, he tapped it on the credit

card machine and donated the exact sum he had promised.

The machine pinged with a notification of the successful transaction. Jack looked like he had just

swallowed a lemon whole. He gritted out awkwardly, “Erm, good job. You can return to your seat.”

He did not seem like he intended to call Casper “Boss” at all. Instead, he behaved nonchalantly to

gloss over the matter.

“Kneel down, then. Call me Boss!”

Casper remained at his spot and stared at Jack.

You chose to provoke me first; now, you can pay the price!

“That’s too much, Casper. Mr. Tripp was kidding. If you’ve got what it takes, you can always exceed my

donation amount. I’ll kneel and call you Boss!” Charlie spoke up in annoyance and confronted Casper.

“Sure!”

With a sneer on his face, Casper donated another thirty thousand without even blinking.

“There you go, Mr. Class President. Get on your knees and call me Boss!” Casper smirked and side-

eyed Charlie.

“Y-you! It’s impossible! How did you get the money? You’re just a broke loser!” Kitty had cut in with a

shrill scream before Charlie could utter a single word.

She could not believe her eyes at Casper’s sudden wealth, not even after she had seen him receiving

the VIP treatment at the Rosen Bank.

Casper had always seemed more like a pawn instead of the person holding the purse strings.

“Well, I got lucky and won the lottery yesterday.”

Casper did not bother to look at Kitty. Instead, he smiled confidently at Charlie.

“Hmph, I’ll donate another fifty thousand!”

Unwilling to admit defeat, Charlie upped the donation amount. How can I lose to someone who eats

leftover scraps in the cafeteria? Gritting his teeth, he pulled out a different bank card and made the

donation, which would have covered three months’ worth of his expenses.

“Hmm, shall I continue donating?” Casper looked like he was in a dilemma. Eventually, he matched

Charlie’s donation.

Thanks to the tenner he had included, his donation still exceeded that of Charlie’s.

If you like playing so much, I’ll take you for a spin until you give up. Anyway, this is all for charity.

“Well, Mr. Class President, looks like my tenner puts me on top. Are you ready to fulfill your end of the

bet?” Casper taunted Charlie lazily.

“Hmph, you’ve only won this round. Just wait and see.”

Rage burned in Charlie’s eyes as he pointed a shaky finger at Casper.

He pulled out his phone to call his father right away.

“Dad, could you wire a hundred thousand to my account now? I have an emergency,” Charlie said in a

hurry.

Soon after he hung up, his phone pinged with a text message. He looked at Casper smugly after

viewing the contents of the message.

With the hundred thousand securely in his account, he seemed revived.

I should be the talk of the town, not this broke loser. Emptying his bank account, Charlie was confident

that Casper would be unable to outdo him.

Grinding his teeth, Casper appeared desperate as he confronted Charlie. “I’ll give it to you, Mr. Class

President. Since you’re pulling out the big guns, I’ll put down all my lottery winnings.”

He put on a show of faux hesitation before he donated a hundred thousand as well.

“Looks like I’m still up by ten. I guess you should get down on your knees now.”

Casper approached Charlie and smirked at him expectantly.

Charlie’s face twisted with anger and shame. This stupid j*rk. I’ll never call him Boss!