Becoming the Richest Man Alive

Sharon was pleasantly surprised, for it was the first time in two years that her sister took the initiative to

cook. It also meant she finally put down whatever had been weighing on her heart.

Sheryl nodded at Casper and Elena, then walked into the kitchen.

Casper scratched his head. “Um… It’s not time to eat yet, right?”

In response, Sharon elbowed him. “My sister rarely wants to cook, so don’t complain.”

At that, he shrugged. After all, he had been cooking all afternoon and had not eaten much. Thus, he did

not mind eating at such an odd hour.

The three of them then moved to sit in the living room. Feeling urgent, Caspar headed to the bathroom.

Before he left, Sharon glared at him viciously and said she would punish him if he urinated on the toilet

seat.

As he did not expect her to say something so unrefined, he got goosebumps upon hearing her words.

Afterward, while heading to the bathroom, he caught a glimpse of a door at the end of the corridor. It

was not properly closed, and a dim light was shining from inside.

“It’s not good to just walk into a lady’s room,” he muttered.

Nevertheless, he eventually ended up standing outside the door. From the gap in the door, he looked

inside.

The curtains were tightly drawn, and the only source of light was a bedside lamp.

With his sharp eyes, he noticed many marks that looked like they had been carved into the bedside

table with a knife. Squinting, he realized that it was covered with the word “hate.”

“The accumulation of resentment into hatred. It’s an opportunity.”

Since he had caught a glimpse of the resentment in Sheryl’s heart, he wanted to take the opportunity to

help her.

“Ah! Sheryl!”

Suddenly, a scream came from the other side of the corridor, shocking him. Without thinking any

further, he rushed out of the room.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Sheryl was looking at her bleeding fingers with tears in her eyes. “I’m

useless. I haven’t cooked in two years, and I can’t even cut vegetables now.”

Since her sister was holding a knife, Sharon did not dare come forward to irritate her further. Thus, she

merely said, “Don’t be like this, Sheryl. Put down the knife first, and we’ll talk, okay?”

“Yes, Ms. Sheryl. You’re not only hurting yourself like this. You’re hurting your sister too,” Elena said,

feeling at a loss as well.

As Sheryl smiled wryly, a fork suddenly flew out and struck her arm, causing her to drop the knife.

At the same time, Casper quickly rushed forward and pressed two fingers on Sheryl’s neck.

Immediately, the woman felt weak and fell backward. While using one hand to grab onto her waist, he

kicked away the knife on the ground.

“Sorry, Ms. Sheryl!”

After a pause, she replied, “I’m fine. I won’t hurt myself. I just cut my fingers while cooking.”

Sheryl, who was still in Casper’s arms, looked at him emptily. Then, she looked at her bleeding fingers

and sighed. “I won’t be so short-sighted. Before I make that guy pay the price, I won’t do such a thing!”

“That’s good. No matter what you’re thinking, don’t hurt yourself.”

“Yeah… So, I think you can let me go already.”

“Oh, sorry.”

Only when she said that did he help her back to her feet. Immediately, Sharon hurried over to look at

the wound.

“It’s fine. A bandage will be good enough,” Sheryl replied before walking out of the kitchen calmly. It

was as though the rest of them had made a fuss over nothing.

“Uh, looks like it’s just a normal kitchen accident then.”

Upon hearing the news, Casper wiped away his sweat. After all, he had just acted as if he were dealing

with a terrorist attack. As a result, he wondered if Sheryl would have a strange impression of him.

After she finished bandaging her fingers, Sheryl looked at him and asked, “What’s your name? What do

you do?”

Sharon was stunned for a moment. It was the first time since Sheryl got depressed that she took the

initiative to ask for someone’s name.

“Don’t tell me you like…”

Sharon then rolled her eyes and said, “He’s the owner of Tycoon Hotel. He’s young and rich and is

single!”

Casper opened his mouth, wanting to retort when she emphasized the word “single.” However, he was

indeed single, and she had not said anything wrong.

But I have someone in my heart… Ms. Clauder will be mine sooner or later.

Thinking of her, Caspar then recalled that she had called him the previous night. However, as he had

been busy with the showdown, he did not have time to reply. Thus, he did not even know why she was

looking for him.

I don’t have time to think about these things now. I still have a shareholders meeting to attend. If Ms.

Clauder needs to, she’ll definitely look for me again.

Sheryl let out a sigh as Caspar got lost in thought.

She said, “I see. You’re the boss of Tycoon. What a pity.”

Judging by her tone, it was as if he had missed out on something important.

Puzzled, he asked, “Uh, are you dissatisfied with my identity?”

“It’s nothing. Since your skills were so good just now, I wanted to hire you to help me kidnap someone.

I didn’t expect that you’d have such a big business so young. I don’t think you’ll be interested in the

money I’ll be willing to fork out.”

Sheryl’s words made both Casper and Elena shocked for a moment. They had not expected that both

sisters would speak so shockingly.

“You’ve finally figured it out! If you want to beat him up, I can immediately get someone to kidnap him!”

Sharon told her sister supportively. Her hatred toward the jerk who broke Sheryl’s heart would remain

even if she beat that scumbag to death.

Realizing that it was an opportunity, Casper immediately replied, “If you want revenge, Ms. Sheryl, I

can help you. I can also let the whole world know of that scumbag’s true colors!”

Sheryl raised her head lazily and looked at him for a while before turning to Sharon.

“They know about it. I… I told them,” Sharon mumbled, lowering her head and looking somewhat

ashamed.

Casper was confused. Sharon’s as fierce as a tiger outside, but why is she behaving like a kitten in

front of her sister?

Sharon then began to explain the showdown with Casper again. When she got to the part about

cooking, only then did a little bit of light return to Sheryl’s eyes.

“If Mr. Simpson can make out the secret recipe in one bite and can cook eight dishes using one roast

pig within two hours, his cooking skills are truly amazing,” Sheryl said, faintly praising Casper. Although

it was not much, Sharon opened her mouth in shock. She had never seen her sister praise someone

else’s cooking skills before.

She had witnessed too many of her sister’s “first times” that day, and they were all related to Casper.

Can this guy really help her let go of whatever she’s been keeping inside?

A few naughty ideas soon popped up in her mind.

Others often say that the best way to forget an old love is to find a new one. Isn’t Casper a readily

available new love? For Sheryl, I have to bring them together! As long as she can have a cure, I’ll even

agree if he asks me to resign!