Becoming the Richest Man Alive

Chapter 195

Ever since childhood, Casper had always worn clothes made from the most expensive materials. Not only that, but he was also obligated to learn and master the dress etiquettes of various countries.

However, he could not afford to buy expensive clothes the previous year due to his state of poverty. Right now, though, he seemed like a whole different man after changing into the suit. Even his aura was highly personable, which stunned Kitty and Charlie.

Not bothering to even glance at the couple, Casper grabbed Elena’s hand and exited the restroom. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

You’re right, Elena. People like them will always be below us. They are nothing but a pygmy in this day and age while we’re completely on top of our game.

When they were outside, Casper let go of Elena before turning toward her with a small smile. “You did well, Elena. How much did you spend on this suit? I’ll repay you when we return to the company.”

Noticing how good the man looked in the suit, a blush touched Elena’s cheeks. “I didn’t expect you’d fit this suit so well. You look even better than those models,” she complimented with a chuckle.

“It’s all thanks to you, though.” Casper ran his hand over his nose. “You managed to pick the best suit for me in such a short time. You truly have a good vision. But I think it will look better if we replace this tie with a sky blue one.”

Elena rolled her eyes upon hearing his comment. “You really had to say that out loud, didn’t you? How ungrateful!” she joked, but then her body stiffened when she realized her tone because it sounded like she was trying to act cute. That wasn’t a usual conversation between a boss and an employee.

What is wrong with me?

Her heartbeat palpitated as her face flushed redder. Composing herself, Elena coughed lightly before muttering, “I’ll be returning to the room then. I don’t want the food to get cold.”

Nodding his head, Casper also had no idea why the woman suddenly acted like that, but he still followed her back to the room.

When they both arrived, they found Sharon waiting for them inside the room.

Seeing that she was now dressed in a chef’s uniform, Casper frowned and asked, “You’re not a server? What in the world are you up to?”

Pointing at Casper, Sharon began to swear at him, “I will expose your fake ass today so you can’t deceive other people!”

“You’re insane,” the man stated. If Sharon standing in front of him were a man, he would have slapped her by now.

Why is she so spiteful toward me when we don’t know each other? Has she experienced something she became this paranoid about?

“Look, I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but please don’t disturb my joy of eating.”

With that, he pulled a chair and sat down on it. Truthfully, he was waiting for the woman to keep on making a fuss so he could detect Lingham Hotel’s weakness.

“Your joy, my foot. I know deceiving women is when you feel the most joyful! Had I known the dishes I cooked are for someone like you, I’d rather throw them away!”

Enraged by Casper’s attitude, Sharon grabbed the table’s legs and was about to flip it over, but Elena hurriedly stopped her. “Stop right there! Or else I’ll call the cops on you!”

“Did you say you’re the one who made these dishes?” asked Casper, gripping Sharon’s wrist under the table.

He was suddenly interested in her because he had expected the head chef to be around forty or fifty of age instead of a woman this young.

Sharon tried to break free from his hold, but seeing that it was to no avail, she gave up in the end. “That’s right! But I’d rather feed them to pigs than to you!”

Shooting a look at Elena, Casper hinted her to drive away the hotel staff guarding the door so that he could have a good conversation with the head chef.

Although he was tired of the woman for annoying him earlier, she was still the hotel’s secret weapon. At first, he was worried that he could not find a way to compete with Lingham Hotel, but it seemed like they had sent their ace right at his doorstep, and he, of course, would take advantage of it.

Never letting go of Sharon’s hand, Casper stared at her intently. “It seems like there’s been a misunderstanding between us. Shall we talk about it nicely?”

“There’s nothing to talk about, you scumbag! You’re just a filthy liar and a cheater!”

Casper furrowed his brows at her words. She’s clearly not on her right mind now. There’s no way she’ll open up.

“You’ve repeatedly called me a scumbag and told Elena not to be deceived by me. Were you, perhaps, deceived by such a man before?” he asked cautiously.

As expected, Sharon’s body trembled as she replied, “Unlike my older sister, I’m not dumb. She almost killed herself because of that scumbag. I will never forget nor forgive him for that!”

Recalling the horrible past, Sharon sniffled as tears escaped her eyes at last. “My sister was so kind. She could even cook better than me, but after getting ruined by a sh*tty man like him, she has lost interest in cooking. While she was suffering, that scumbag was enjoying his life. It’s so f*cking unfair!”

Sobbing, Sharon crouched down when the man let go of his grip as she buried her head in her hands. Seeing this, Elena approached her before pulling her into her arms to comfort her. “It’s okay. Everything will be fine. People like him are bound to face their karma soon. But I assure you my boss isn’t like them. You’ve misjudged him.”

Sharon raised her head and gazed at Elena with her teary eyes. “You’re a good person, Elena. But how am I supposed to be convinced that he’s a wealthy man when I saw, with my two eyes, what he was wearing when he first arrived here?”

While the two women were talking with each other, Casper, on the other side, was tasting Sharon’s food. “These are indeed tasty. You managed to capture most diners’ appetites. However, it’s not enough to move them to tears. So, even though they’re delicious, they still lack a lot of things.”

Upon hearing his comment, Sharon instantly wiped her tears before standing up. “Has a poor person like you even tasted food as good as this? What rights do you think you have to critique my food?”

Good, she fell for my trick. Casper stared at her and exclaimed, “Firstly, I am not poor. Secondly, yes, I’ve eaten this kind of food. Maybe more than you can imagine. Thirdly, if you’re still unconvinced, then let’s have a showdown.”