Becoming the Richest Man Alive

Chapter 48

Failure is not scary at all unlike being broke.

He was thankful that he had three dormmates. If not for them, he probably would still be spending recklessly like Charlie, using money as a way to find peace and comfort.

If that continued, Casper could never inherit the Simpson family’s wealth nor become someone successful. That thought led him to conclude that he would end up being a wastrel like Charlie. That was a wake-up call to him.

There is no way I’ll allow anything like that to happen!

“Let me see if Gigi is online!”

After thinking it through, Casper pulled out his phone and tuned into Giselle’s live stream channel. Instantly, he heard a heavenly voice singing from his headphones the moment he entered the password.

Soon, he became immersed in her melodic voice. Even after the second song, he still could not get enough of it. To his disappointment, Giselle did not continue to sing a third song. Casper was brought back to reality after she started talking.

“Thank you for tuning in today. I’m grateful for all of you!” Giselle chirped.

Perhaps because she had grown more popular than before, the views on the live stream and comments in the comments section had increased substantially. In order to maintain her popularity, Giselle’s singing had improved greatly.

“You sound like a goddess when you sing.”

“Gigi is my idol!”

“You are an amazing and a sensational influencer!”

The comments flooded in. Although many people requested for her to reveal how she looked, none forced her to do so. As such, Casper felt relieved.

It seemed like the pointer he gave Giselle the last time which led her to make this decision had shocked many.

Ding! “You have a new message.”

While Casper scrolled through the comments section and listened to Giselle’s soothing voice, a notification from his phone sounded. It turned out to be several messages from Giselle.

At once, he clicked on them. In one of them, Giselle asked if he was a student from BU. In another, she questioned his recent inactivity.

She also pointed out that he had not been posting much in the comments section. Thus, she assumed that he was not paying attention to her anymore.

In the last message, she asked if he was free and suggested meeting up for tea or coffee. She pointed out that a cafe behind the BU served pretty good earl grey tea so they could visit that place and try it out together.

“Woah, my goddess is asking me out for tea and even proposed to have earl grey tea. It seems like Gigi knows how to live life…”

Soon, Casper’s attention was back on the comments section. “Is Mr. Money trying to take advantage of my period of inactivity and messing around again? I can’t believe he sent her two Banners. Is he trying to steal Gigi from me?”

Picturing Sawyer as Mr. Money, a strange smile appeared across his face.

In the next second, the system churned out an impressive announcement. It was a Banner worth twenty thousand.

“Mr. Pretentious has gifted three Banners!”

Before Casper had the chance to get over his displeasure with Mr. Money, another comment popped out. It was a notification that someone else had sent her a reward.

“They are all so wealthy!” Casper could not help but exclaim when he looked at his phone screen that could barely keep up with the number of comments coming in.

Another man just spent a large amount of money on Banners for Giselle. Her sudden rise to fame was beyond Casper’s imagination.

The live stream was a huge attraction enough to lure all kinds of people. Apart from having numerous beauties, there were many loaded individuals who had lots of spare cash to spend.

“How dare this guy try to top me? You should watch out!” Casper hissed.

Before he could do anything, he spotted Mr. Money sending five Banner, as though he was trying to match and outdo Mr. Pretentious.

Before his gift could be processed by the system, Casper noticed that Mr. Pretentious had sent another six Banners.

It went on for a few rounds. Casper realized something interesting. No matter how many Banners Mr. Money sent, in the form of an Airplane or a Yacht, Mr. Pretentious would send something even pricier.

As Casper watched the two users engage in a Banner battle, he forgot his initial intentions of joining in as well. Sitting back, he replied to Giselle via a private message to explain that he had been busy

lately. Although he did not affirm whether he was a student from BU, he was still interested in her invitation for a cup of tea.

Within minutes, she messaged him back. First, she thanked him for praising her because it opened her doors to become a live stream influencer. Now, she had many others who were praising her and sending her rewards.

Following that, she wanted to make an appointment with him so she could thank him in person.

“Come on, it was no big deal. You are most welcome!” Casper murmured as he felt giddy with joy.

Although he said it in a small voice, the others in the dorm heard it.

Felix, who was busy playing his game, turned to ask Casper curiously, “Casper, why are you smiling so widely? Are you fantasizing over a girl?”

“I think Casper should go out and have some fun instead of always dating mother palm and her five daughters,” Colton teased.

He stopped playing his game and turned his head around.

Glaring at the two others, Casper retorted, “What nonsense are you talking about! Do I look like I’ll do that…”

Smash!

Meanwhile, at a restaurant near BU, Sawyer was in a private room. He looked like a prince in his white suit. He picked up the beer bottle from the table and smashed it against the wall in a fit of anger. The glass shattered, and the contents spilled out.

“This must be Mr. Simpson again. Damn! Does he think that by changing his identity, I would not recognize him?”

Sawyer gritted his teeth in anger.

“Sawyer, don’t be mad. It won’t do you any good,” one of his lackeys hurriedly cooed him after getting a shock from his sudden actions.

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Sawyer could not be bothered with the lackey. With lasers shooting out from his eyes, he glared at the boys sharing the table with him, and his voice shook with anger.

His sidekicks straightened almost instantaneously.

“Sawyer, there’s this guy, Casper, who donated a million without batting an eye recently. He is now the talk of the school. Do you think he could be Mr. Simpson?” Frank spilled the news he knew like he was presenting an offering to his boss.

“Casper Simpson was the one who drank a few cups of your earl grey tea the last time,” Sax quickly added, hoping to gain some favour too.