Becoming the Richest Man Alive

Casper had his eyes glued to the pork the entire two hours. He couldn’t afford to blink his eyes, not

even for a second.

Soon, everyone in the kitchen caught a whiff of a pleasant smell. Immediately, the man turned the pork

on the grill and continued roasting the pork on the other side.

Louis nodded to himself and added, “Although that’s like a foolish move, it’s the only option he has.”

As it was a race against the clock, Casper got the stove ready to carry on with the preparation. The

moment he turned the pork around, he began slicing the meat delicately.

In a final attempt to garnish the dish he had prepared, he placed the completely seasoned tenderloin

on a plate and placed the removed head and limbs back together. He made it seemed as if the pig was

never sliced. If the others weren’t around to witness the process, they would think it was just another

roasted pig.

Louis clapped his hands and exclaimed, “Amazing! He has just proven himself superior in terms of his

skills! On top of that, his dish is a result of conventional and contemporary culinary methods!”

Casper wiped his sweat off his perspiring forehead. Truth be told, he had thought that he wouldn’t be

able to make it within two hours. The whole ordeal had seemed impossible.

He then announced, “Mr. Leuthold, Ms. Alder, go ahead and give it a try.”

Casper beckoned Sharon to join them. After a few seconds of hesitation, the woman approached him

and started savoring the dish he had prepared.

“Wonderful! I can’t believe you got to salvage the moisture in spite of exposing it to heat for such long

hours!”

Louis removed the skin and served the perfectly cooked tenderloin.

As Sharon started savoring the dish, she was overwhelmed by a sense of insecurity because she

couldn’t tell the method Casper had employed to prepare the pork.

Out of curiosity, she asked, “What happens to the bone…”

Casper decided to play hard to get and answered, “I’m afraid I can’t share that with you. It’s a trade

secret limited to a mere few only.”

Sharon and Louis started slicing the roasted pork tenderloin excitedly. They soon found out that it had

been brined with spices, smothered with glaze, and roasted until it was done.

“The unique scent of the grill goes along well with the side dishes of your choice! It’s not overwhelming

despite it being the most flavorful cut! It’s a masterpiece that compliments one another!”

Sharon’s heart sank to the bottom of her stomach once she gave it a try. The arrogant woman thought

her dish was no match for the one Casper had produced.

“I believe that’s enough! You have defeated me once again!”

She put the cutleries aside and admitted her defeat. A few seconds later, everyone in the kitchen

cheered.

Out of the blue, Casper broke the silence and requested, “Mr. Leuthold, may I please have a serving of

your Beef Wellington?”

He soon got his hands on the ceramic pot Sharon had brought over. As soon as he uncovered the lid,

the buttery smell took everyone by surprise.

“That’s enough! It isn’t necessary to savor mine anymore! It’s evident that I’m not a match for you!”

Sharon stopped him from serving the dish she had prepared, but the man responded with a smile and

assured, “Don’t you think it’s a shame to waste it?”

He proceeded to prepare two servings of Beef Wellington, handing one of them to Louis. Caspar

finished the remaining one.

After one whiff of the buttery dish, he said satisfactorily, “You have done a great job preserving the

moisture of the beef.”

He gulped and had his first bite. A few seconds later, Louis added, “It’s one of the bests I’ve had!”

Meanwhile, Casper chomped everything down instead of savoring the entire dish that was supposed to

complement one another. He finished everything within a few seconds.

“Huh? Why has Mr. Simpson gulped down everything in one go?”

“Hello? That’s like the dish Mr. Simpson has on a daily basis! I think he just considered this another one

of his meals.”

“O-Oh—”

Casper closed his eyes to recall the flavor of the dish. A few seconds later, he looked at Sharon in the

eyes and asked, “Have you improvised on the recipe of this dish?”

After much consideration, the woman answered, “Actually, it was my sister’s idea. I implemented the

changes according to the ones she shared with me.”

“She’s a genius!”

Casper put the bowl aside and grasped Sharon’s wrist, announcing with his eyes gleaming, “Join

Tycoon! I’ll offer twice as much as the compensation and remuneration package Lingham Group has

offered you!”

Startled by his words, Sharon shook her head and asserted, “I-I can’t leave Lingham Group.”

Arching his brows, Casper asked, “Haven’t you mentioned something along the line of quitting as soon

as you lose the match?”

Sharon started shivering when she recalled her promise—she would have to quit if she lost the match

with Casper.

As she had run out of ideas to get herself out of the nasty situation, she shared her concerns with him

and told him the truth, “I-I can’t—W-We’re indebted to Sawyer—”

“Sawyer?” Casper repeated after her with his eyes narrowed to a slit. He was certain that the spoilt brat

wouldn’t do others a favor without anything in return.

He then asked, “May I meet your sister in person?”

Sharon stared at him in the eyes and queried, “My sister? What do you want from her?”

Casper’s mind drifted when he noticed Sharon was on her guard once he brought up his request. He

announced, “I’ll consider this a tie! Since you haven’t lost, you don’t need to tender your resignation!”

Confused by the things he was up to, Sharon frowned and asked, “Why?”

“Have you forgotten our agreement? You’re allowed to decide the challenges for the first two rounds,

and I’ll be the one deciding the final challenge. Since we’re done with the first two rounds, it’s time for

the final challenge.”

After hesitating for a few seconds, Sharon asked, “What exactly are you up to?”

“Don’t bother trying to figure out the content of the challenge because I’ll surrender if you’re able to

fulfill my conditions! If that’s the case, you won’t have to tender your resignation.”

“What do you want from me?”

“I want your sister to make me a meal.”

Sharon shook her head the moment she heard his condition and explained, “I’m afraid that’s impossible

because she has stopped cooking ever since a particular incident in her life.”

“That won’t be much of an issue. As long as you get her to meet me in person, I’ll deal with the rest.”

“A-Are you serious about meeting my sister in person?”

Casper inhaled deeply, catching another whiff of the Beef Wellington that had been prepared

beforehand. He then asked, “Don’t you think it’s a waste of talent if she stops cooking? Allow me to

meet her in person. I can help her!”

Ever since she was hurt by that jerk, she’s been diagnosed with depression! To make things worse, she

has attempted suicide a few times! Maybe Casper will truly be able to help…

At that thought, Sharon nodded and answered, “I’ll get her to meet you in person, but you need to

refrain from trying anything reckless.”

“Of course!”

Casper was equally thrilled — it was written all over his face. He blinked in excitement and asked Elena

to follow him.

Meanwhile, after Louis finished savoring the dish, he shook his head and exclaimed, “This is a must-

have dish! I can’t imagine the sort of effort that’s involved behind the scenes!”

“Mr. Leuthold, why don’t you stop tempting us and give us a try? We haven’t had anything for lunch!”

Actually, that statement was directed at Casper instead of Louis. The onlookers had made themselves

clear that they wanted a share of the dishes prepared, including Sharon’s Beef Wellington.

Upon hearing that, Casper chuckled and announced, “Go ahead and give it a try if you guys want

some, but I don’t think there’s enough for everyone.”

“There’s more than enough! I mean, we’re not trying to finish everything! All we want is a taste of the

prepared dishes!”

“Mr. Simpson, you’re an exceptional young man! I’m sure you’re meant for great things in the future!”

“Isn’t that obvious? “