Becoming the Richest Man Alive

Chapter 190

That peculiarly surly man appraised the image which he successfully captured with his phone in satisfaction. He was pleased to have something to show for his efforts.

For his target to walk right up to his door on his own accord had him glowing in delight.

The charming and attractive woman in the photograph had her hands around the arm of a fair and handsome man. Not to mention, the woman was all smiles and seemed to be enjoying herself.

In contrast, the man seemed to be less than enthused but did not push her away either.

The more the surly man looked upon the good-looking pair who seemed such a great match for each other, the more gratified he appeared to be. He then set about putting everything he had toward utilizing this photograph to maximum effect.

That was the only way he could justify all the work invested into it.

Isn’t that right, Casper Simpson? The man sneered coldly.

It was terrifying no matter how one looked at it. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Meanwhile, over with Casper and company, the server, though initially left with eyes widened and mouth agape, ultimately twitched his lips in disbelief at what the pretty Elena said.

He supposed that the woman may be a corporate elite or a CEO caliber individual, but who knew whether she was standing up for her boy-toy or using this fanciful sort of warning as a prelude to something else.

The server quietly thought that it was times like these that he should not overthink things, as he stood to have plenty to lose and possibly noteworthy to gain for his troubles.

If nothing else, he should have developed a good judgment to be able to work here for as long as he did. So, he collected himself and delivered the customer service standards expected of him in his dealings with the likes of Casper and Elena.

Regardless of who they were, he would host them accordingly just as he would any other customer here, as otherwise, he may end up offending the wrong people and wind up dead without even understanding why.

That was the only, and perhaps, also the most important lesson that he learned from his time here.

Casper watched in slight disappointment as the server carefully withheld his personal musings.

Needless to say, if the man was from Tycoon Hotel, he would have scorned and held Casper in contempt like the staff there did previously.

But here, even a door attendant was of a better pedigree than most of the people from Tycoon Hotel.

This hotel, under the management of Lingham Group, was like an unassailable iron fortress—without flaws and seemingly impenetrable.

Casper perked his brows, refusing to believe that the so-called Lingham Hotel backed by Lingham Group was really perfect, as oversights would exist so long as it involved people.

After the main lobby through the front entrance, there were many posts in-between manned by many more people, so he would not count on all of them to be as equally disciplined.

However, if they were as perfect as they came across, then Casper would have no choice but throw in the towel and seek alternatives by which to save Tycoon Hotel.

The strong shall devour the meek, and the meek that couldn’t overcome its own weakness could only submit to its fate.

That had been the unspoken rule of the jungle since antiquity.

When Casper and Elena arrived at their table and were about to settle themselves in, Casper’s cell phone started ringing.

Glancing at the phone, he saw that it was Giselle. He wondered why he would be receiving a call from his goddess at this time and under these circumstances.

For whatever reason, Casper felt an irrational pang of guilt when he saw the incoming call, as though he was doing something behind her back which he ought not to.

This acknowledgment messed with his head, and for the first time ever, he was not inclined to answer.

Fortunately for him though, the ringing did not persist for long, and there was no follow-up afterward.

With an indecipherable expression, Casper stared at the phone that went silent, seemingly lost in thought.

That did not elude Elena, who had been observing him from the moment the phone sounded off.

She did not know the identity of the caller initially, but judging by his expression, she had an inkling as to who it might be.

That profound sense of conflict was something Elena had never seen on Casper’s face before.

The dramatic shift in Casper’s expression when he saw the number would suggest that the caller was someone important enough to make him lose his usual composure.

The jealous Elena was keen to know who it was that could cause him to react this way.

At that moment, the server approached to take their orders.

“Madam, Sir. Please have a look at the menu.” This girl looked equally striking. Though not in a breathtaking way, she could be considered quite winsome for a server.

Casper rescinded his gaze from the phone and looked at Elena. “Since the boss is treating, you should go on ahead and order whatever you like,” he said frivolously.

Elena evoked a superficial smile. In her heart, she was aware of the difference in his treatment of the caller versus herself and others; To him, she was merely a subordinate.

Even when Elena nodded and dimpled, the ruefulness in her smile remained ever-present.

Right after he said that, a female server who passed by behind them and saw the contrite upon Elena’s face responded with, “Of course you should.”

At the same time, she regarded Casper’s behavior with disapproval and disgust. She was positive that he must be a good-for-nothing who took to compelling women into doing things against their will just so he could make himself look good.

She always had nothing but disdain for this sort of man.