Becoming the Richest Man Alive

Chapter 38

Steed, in my opinion, is just a pathetic wretch, and his son is even more useless. They can’t manage Sands Project well.

Sands Project was situated at a high-traffic, strategic place. No doubt it would reap huge profits. That was why Tristan was interested in taking it over.

Otherwise, he would not have spent so much effort on it.

Steed scoffed loudly upon hearing Tristan’s words. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Tristan is nothing but an ingrate!

“Why don’t you give it to me? Is it because you want to pass it to your good-for-nothing son?” Tristan curled his lips in disdain. “Haha. Even if you pass it to that piece of trash, do you think he can retain the ownership for long? After all, it’ll fall into my hands no matter what. Perhaps your son would have been dead by that time, too.”

Stallion, who was standing outside the office, quivered in fury. If it weren’t for Casper, he would have burst through the door and beat Tristan up right away.

This guy actually called me a piece of trash? How dare he insult me!

“Even if he’s useless, it’s better than passing it to an ungrateful wretch like you!” Steed was seething with rage. “Tristan, I’ll never let you have the project.”

He knew that Tristan was the one who caused the drop in business of Sands Project lately. He often sent his subordinates to make trouble and even threaten the customers.

He had considered retaliating, but those thugs from Firewolf Chamber of Commerce were not afraid of him at all.

I initially thought to let things slide, but who would have thought that this b*stard is so greedy that he wants to snatch Sands Project from me?

Tristan heard the determination in his voice. “Haha. I guess we can’t talk it through then.”

With a cold glint in his eyes, he raised his right hand slightly and said, “Seems like Mr. Steed wants me to do it the hard way, so don’t blame me then. Go…”

Bang!

Before he could finish his sentence, Stallion could no longer hold his temper as he slammed the door open and barged into the room. Shooting daggers at Tristan, he rebuked, “A**hole! My father was the one who saved you back then, and this is how you repay him for his kindness? Those who want to hurt my father must get through me first!”

Stallion stood in front of Steed resolutely, blocking him from Tristan and his subordinates.

Casper let out a sigh and followed Stallion inside with Elena trailing behind him.

Seeing that the people in the room were staring at him, he gave them a nonchalant shrug and beckoned them to continue. “Go on. I’m just an onlooker. Don’t mind me.”

He then pulled Elena with him and sat down on the couch at the side, acting as if he belonged here.

Stallion almost fainted upon hearing his words.

Is he for real? Can’t he see that Tristan is blackmailing my dad?

Unfazed, Tristan retracted his gaze from Casper and eyed Stallion with contempt. “Stallion, you worthless piece of trash! Did you think that I’d stop after seeing you here? I don’t want to kill you. Get the f*ck out of my way!”

Stallion let out a scoff and puffed up his chest courageously. “If you want to hurt my father, do so over my dead body!”

I’ve been cowering behind my dad for my whole life. Growing up, I’ve always felt that my dad is invincible, but today I realize he’s getting old. Therefore, from today onwards, let me be the one who protects him.

Growing impatient, Tristan motioned his subordinates. “Take this brat away! I need to get this old grouch to sign the contract today!”

The two thugs were way more buff than Stallion. Their faces were filled with smugness as they closed in on him.

Just as the two men were about to land their hands on Stallion, Casper stared at them mockingly and chimed in, “Hey, you two can’t do that. It’s not in the script.”

Two versus one is unfair.

“Who the hell are you? Tristan’s face turned grim instantly as he glowered at Casper. “Don’t you know who we are? We’re from Firewolf Chamber of Commerce. Stop butting in on our business. Do you have a death wish?”

Does he think that he’s here to watch a play? How dare he treat us as if we’re some stupid actors to entertain him! We’re obviously here to get Sands Project! If he is just an onlooker, he should shut his mouth and stop meddling in our affairs.

“Ah, Firewolf Chamber of Commerce. Oh, so scary.” Casper’s voice was dripping with sarcasm.

He flashed them an innocent grin and continued, “I thought you guys were acting as villains to fight against the protagonists, the father-and-son duo. I expect the play to end with the good guys kicking

the bad guys’ butts.”

“You’re asking for trouble. I could knock you down in one punch!” Tristan yelled, seething with rage.

Unperturbed by his anger, Casper put on a stern expression. “Hey, don’t be like that. I’m just an onlooker, remember? I just think that your acting skills are terrible, so I want to point it out to you all. Punching me for that is low.”

It was as if he had truly regarded himself as an audience of a play.

As soon as Stallion heard his reply, his eyes widened in disbelief. Holy cow! Boss is really one of a kind! He makes Tristan go berserk with just a few sentences, but Tristan doesn’t dare to hit him at all.

“I don’t care!” Tristan felt that if he continued the conversation with Casper, he would burst with rage at any second.

Pointing his finger shakily at Casper, he shot a look at his subordinates and yelled, “Throw him out right now!”

Hearing so, the two muscular men walked away from Stallion and strode toward Casper menacingly.

“Hey, hey! You don’t have to do this. I’ll shut my mouth, I promise.” Casper held his hands up in defeat and turned to Tristan. “Sir, can you please don’t chase me out? I’ve never seen such a thrilling, dramatic play before.”

He then put his hand into his pocket to search for his phone. “Especially a play about an ingrate repaying good with evil. Can you let me film it as you guys continue the act? I promise I’ll keep quiet after this.”

After he took out his phone, he shook it deliberately in front of Tristan as if he was really excited to watch the show.

Stung by his words, Tristan’s eyes blazed with anger as he ordered, “Kill him! Kill him now!”

He did not want Casper to be in the office anymore, not even for a second more.