Becoming the Richest Man Alive

As soon as Stallion heard that it was some big shot coming to rescue him from the chaos, he was

delighted. The glee and excitement in his tone rendered Casper unsure whether to laugh or to cry.

“Ah, so he’s a big shot, I see! Rest assured, Boss, I’ll surely treat him to the best I can. Just leave that

to me!” Stallion replied confidently.

Listening to that, a hint of disapproval crept up on Casper’s face. “Can’t you be a little more ambitious?

Aren’t you also a part of the Firewolf Chamber?”

Stallion sounded equitably justified as he replied, “Boss, please look at yourself before criticizing me.

Doesn’t it feel good to be a hands-off boss?”

Casper was vexed at that. “Hey, I’m training you, alright!”

“Boss, forget it. I can only help manage some men for you at best. It’s really out of my league to do too

many things at once! I’m just not talented and not that interested.”

Listening to Stallion’s words, Casper knew that he wasn’t willing to continue meddling in the affairs of

the Firewolf Chamber anymore. Hence, Casper wouldn’t compel him further.

“Alright, we shall let Jeremy take over your tasks tomorrow. You take care of the related matters, and

then you may go back to integrating your men with those from the Firewolf Chamber!”

“Alright, sure!” Stallion answered excitedly.

God knew how much he had wanted to hand this job over to someone else. Not everyone craved such

a position.

At least not Casper nor Stallion.

After explaining everything, it was already past midnight.

A new day began. Everything was reduced to stillness in the tranquil night.

Felix came back as well not long after that. Seeing that he was back, Casper washed up and went to

bed.

Only Colton continued working on his thesis.

Nighttime was the time to rest and reenergize.

On a similar note, it was also the best time for a scheme to be planned in detail.

Most vices had been formulated at night.

In Sawyer’s bedroom at the Lingham Residence.

“Ha… Mmm…Ugh…”

What a suggestive voice. A masked man stood there with a thought.

If it wasn’t because he had witnessed it with his own eyes, he would have thought that some R-rated

content was happening right inside the room when in actuality, it wasn’t.

Inside the room was a huge television of which its volume had been turned up.

Looking at the content displayed on the screen and listening to the sound coming from it, it was exactly

where the voice the man heard just a little while ago came from.

The masked man approached in silence, hanging midair with an ergonomically incredible posture and

position.

He looked at the man inside the room, Sawyer was toying with his one-eyed monster.

Tsk, it’s really not an appropriate timing.

Nevertheless, it was also not the time to retreat. Therefore, he took out his phone secretly, and from an

unobtrusive angle, recorded the entire process.

However, what astonished him wasn’t the fact that he had to watch the full process, but that the whole

thing only lasted a few minutes.

It was above five but definitely less than ten minutes.

In that instance, the man in a mask was utterly disdainful.

He watched as the expression of the man inside the room turned from being agitated to relieved, then

to relaxed, and finally, he was disgusted.

Apparently, Sawyer despised his own behavior.

The man in a mask shrugged. Since he despises it, why do it then? And he even turned up the volume,

as if he’s afraid that people outside can’t hear it.

The man looked at Sawyer who was inside the room, thinking to himself that he was overloaded with

information that night. Seeing that Sawyer wasn’t about to reveal any other secrets, the man turned

around and left.

He came and left inconspicuously and in complete silence. It was just as the man that he was,

unpredictable.

In fact, the masked man had a misjudgment.

Not long after he left, Sawyer received a phone call from his subordinate who called to report to him.

Ever since he saw Casper appearing at the entrance of Giselle’s dorm that day, he had arranged for

people to tail them.

It wasn’t really tailing. It was more to observe if they were in close contact with each other, or if there

were any conflicts or chemistry between them.

Every day, they had to report to him in detail.

And every time they reported to him, Sawyer would be in a frenzied and hysterical state.

Because the two of them just got closer and closer to each other by the day.

It really isn’t something good. Sawyer had a bad feeling about it.

“Casper, you’re asking for it, so don’t blame me,” Sawyer said. A dark glint flashed across his eyes, and

there was even a tinge of wildness in them.

He was the heir of the Lingham family. He had never tasted the feeling of not getting what he wanted.

Nevertheless, he had been led down repeatedly of late.

One of these instances was with Giselle, and needless to say, the other one was with Casper.

At two o’clock past midnight, he made a call to one of his department managers.

And his tone was not mindful at all, considering how intense that must have been for the manager to

receive a call from his boss out of the blue in the middle of the night.

They talked for about thirty minutes over the phone. It went without saying that it was Sawyer who

dominated the conversation all the time whereas the manager only responded in affirmation.

And their ‘secret’ strategic plan was drawn up just like that.

However, toward the end, the manager asked in hesitance, “Mr. Lingham, are we really going to do

this? Our opponent is capable enough. If they retaliate, the performance of Lingham Group would be

greatly hampered.”

After all, the manager was a staff under Lingham Group, so he would mainly consider from the

perspective of the well-being of the group. If they really proceeded with what the young successor of

the group said, there would be a rather huge impact on the income.

Most importantly, it would be a risk that Lingham Group took on its own.

That would mean that, when his superiors looked into this matter, they would definitely not punish the

heir of the Lingham family. Consequently, they would also not let him, a small department manager off

the hook so easily just because their young boss said so.

The manager was a sharp-witted man; he would never agree to such a tricky trade.

Listening to the seemingly righteous excuse offered by the manager, Sawyer could clearly see through

his charade.

“If we succeed, you’ll get a share of the owners’ equity of Lingham Group in the future,” assured

Sawyer.

The condition he provided was too alluring. He wasn’t worried at all that the small department manager

wouldn’t agree.

As he had expected, after hearing what Sawyer just said, even the manager’s breathing turned heavier.

Sawyer loathed at that, but he feigned nonchalance and added, “When this is over, you’ll become one

of the shareholders of Lingham Group, and even if it doesn’t turn out as we plan, as long as they can’t

find out who’s the person behind it, you won’t be held accountable.”

Now, who’s able to resist such an enticing offer, let alone this small department manager?

Sawyer’s understanding and manipulation of human desires were close to perfect all along. There had

never really been anyone who was able to outplay his precise control and expectation.

Except for two people.

Giselle and Casper.