Becoming the Richest Man Alive

“I’m not going to call you Boss. You can’t win!”
Charlie’s eyes filled with fury as he dialed his father once more. If looks could kill, Casper would be dead. As the line connected,
Charlie shouted into the phone, “Dad, I need two hundred thousand!”
“Charlie, why are you suddenly asking for so much money? What about the hundred thousand I just transferred to your account?
Are you kidnapped? Don’t scare me.” His dad’s voice drifted out of the receiver.
Casper almost burst out laughing when he overheard the conversation. Only years of etiquette classes held him back, though he
stared contemptuously at Charlie.
“Dad, I’m not kidnapped. Some broke loser’s embarrassing me; I need the money to get one over him!” Charlie gritted out.
The money was in his account barely a minute later.
Charlie donated the entire sum right away. Casper acted like he was in a dilemma once more before he matched the amount.
“You should give up, Mr. Class President. I’m still up by ten. Just get on your knees and call me Boss. I’m waiting,” Casper
commented nonchalantly.
Meanwhile, everyone in the class was staring at the situation with their mouths agape. They wondered just how much money
Casper won in that mysterious lottery.
Did he win the one million jackpot? Kitty must be blind if he did!
“F*ck, I can’t believe this!”
An incensed Charlie called his father and demanded an additional four hundred thousand.
Everyone heard his loud demand. Stunned, they could not imagine just how wealthy Charlie’s family was. He’s a classic rich heir.
Now that the sum had more than doubled, they began doubting Casper’s ability to match up.
“How did I raise such a stupid son? You must have fallen for a scam. How can a broke loser come up with half a million this
easily? If he’s a broke loser, then you’re his stupid and broke victim!”
His angry bellow came through the receiver, and he hung up on Charlie after telling him off.

Charlie happened to meet Casper’s smug smile as he turned around. His frantic mind suddenly slowed when he realized that his
father was right. He had fallen for Casper’s tricks. It’s all this stupid j*rk’s fault!
“You dare to play me for a fool?” he fumed as he glared at Casper.
“Play you? It’s a fair game; you’re free to match my donation. I guarantee I’ll always be ahead of you by a tenner. Get lost if you
don’t have the money! You broke loser!” Casper scoffed.
Charlie’s body shuddered with fury, though no words came out of his open mouth.
Casper derived immense pleasure from finally forcing the pretentious Charlie into a corner.
Just then, a group of people entered the classroom, including the dean of the university. They were here to ask about the
donation. The seven-digit sum collected in such a short time came as a huge surprise.
Jack put on a brown-nosing smile as he approached the group. He pulled Casper and Charlie with him, boasting about their
close to half a million contributions each. He zipped his lips about their competition to one-up each other.
“Mr. Tripp, Charlie, shouldn’t the two of you fulfill the conditions of the bet? Kneel and call me Boss. You should be prepared for
humiliation if you’re going to dole it out on others.”
Casper had no intentions to let them off the hook. “Mr. Tripp, you suggested the bet yourself. You’re not going to go back on your
words, are you?”
“Hello, maybe you should just let go of this matter of kneeling and calling you Boss.” After learning more details about the
situation, the dean advised Casper courteously in an attempt to defuse their conflict.
“I’ll donate another fifty thousand!” Casper announced as he stared intently at Jack.
“Erm-”
“Two hundred thousand!” Casper interrupted the dean’s words.
“I-”
“Four hundred thousand!” Casper interrupted confidently. I can’t let him get away with this. Six hundred thousand is a small price
to pay to force him to kneel and call me “Boss” in front of all these people. I can’t go easy, or I’ll get stepped on again.

Casper did not tolerate humiliation well.
The dean was stunned by his generous offer. He could not imagine someone as wealthy as Casper ever enrolling in Business
University. He offered six hundred thousand like it was nothing; he didn’t even flinch. He must come from a prominent family.
“Ahem!”
The dean cleared this throat before glaring at Jack. Coldly, he said, “Mr. Tripp, you’re their teacher and by default their role
model. Since you proposed the bet, you shouldn’t go back on your promise. You need to be a good example to these students.”
Jack’s expression fell at the dean’s words. He shot a pleading gaze at Casper to no avail. He looked to Charlie for help next.
Charlie was, however, in hot soup himself.
Jack deeply regretted his big mouth.