Becoming the Richest Man Alive

Chapter 89

Amelia’s eyes were filled with tears that streaked down her cheeks endlessly. She had a listless gaze and a slap mark on her left cheek.

She covered her face quickly, as she didn’t want Casper to see her like that.

After all, she felt that she look utterly miserable.

Casper swallowed the urge to demand answers at once. Lowering his voice to a whisper, he asked, “What happened? Who bullied you? You can tell me, and I will seek revenge for you.”

As his eyes began to fill with anger, Casper was going to make whoever hurt Amelia pay.

Glancing at Casper, Amelia bit her lip and shook her head. Her hair gently swayed along with her movement.

“What’s wrong? Aren’t we friends? You can tell me what happened, right?”

Casper sympathized with her when he saw her trying hard to stay strong.

Comforted by Casper’s gentle voice, Amelia threw herself into his arms and bawled without restraint.

Crying loudly, her tears had wet Casper’s shirt. She cried so hard that it felt as if she was trying to vent all the frustration that welled up in her. Also, she didn’t understand why he cared so much about her.

“Hush. Stop crying.”

Feeling the warmth in his embrace, Casper couldn’t help but sigh.

Trying to comfort her, he gently stroked her hair with his hands.

“It hurts. Wh-what did I do wrong? Why do they hate me…” Amelia’s voice was hoarse, and she looked especially frail after expending all her energy crying.

Casper gently patted her on the back. “They hate you because they do not know how to appreciate you. Tell me, how did you get the mark on your face?”

Amelia took a few deep breaths before letting out a long breath. Along with it, came all the frustration holed up within her.

“It’s my fault. I accidentally spilled water from my cup on Jessica.” Amelia desperately tried to force a smile. “It was… only a slap. It’s alright.”

She was feeling depressed earlier but she felt better after the crying.

Casper was peeved. How can she even say that she’s fine given that her face is swollen?

“Tell me what happened.”

When she saw Casper’s darkened expression, Amelia bit her lip and hesitated. “You have to first promise me not to cause any trouble after I tell you.”

“If you don’t want to tell me, fine. I’ll just find out myself.”

When Casper turned to leave, Amelia held onto him. She tugged his sleeve to signify that she had made her decision.

“Alright, I’ll tell you. Today in class, I was walking from the front to the back. However, I accidentally tripped and dropped my cup, spilling water on Jessica. She demanded that I compensate her for her dress, which was branded and costs a few thousand. I told her that I needed a few days. But then, she proposed that I allow her to slap me, and she will let the matter slide.”

As Amelia carefully explained, she didn’t dare make eye contact with Casper. Instead, she would give him an occasional glance.

When she was greeted by Casper’s silence and gloomy expression, she pretended to be relaxed. “Actually, it was not that bad. After all, it was only a slap. Do you know how expensive that dress is? It costs a few thousand. A slap in exchange for a few thousand is a really good deal.”

Casper was so outraged that he could feel his eyeballs bursting. Although he was saddened by Amelia’s cowardice, he was more furious at Jessica instead. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Pulling Amelia along, Casper headed for her classroom. Due to the difference in strength, Amelia had no choice but to follow him.

Along the way, Casper asked, “Where is Jessica?”

Amelia allowed him to lead her wherever he wanted. “I… I don’t know.”

Suddenly, Casper, who was walking in front, stopped. His tone became extremely stern. “Amelia, if I am a friend to you, please tell me. If not, you can choose to keep quiet. But, I will not meddle in your affairs anymore from today onward.”

Standing opposite each other, Amelia lowered her head. With her hair covering her face, Casper couldn’t see her expression at all.

He sneered when he felt that his patience wearing thin and that he was wasting his time.

After all, he felt that it was pointless to exact revenge on Amelia’s behalf if she didn’t even care about it.

Just when Casper wanted to leave, Amelia finally relented. “The class was still in session when I fled. I estimate that it will end in a couple of minutes. She is now inside the classroom on the third floor.”

“Alright.”

Casper hurried to the third floor together with Amelia. The moment they arrived, they saw the teacher leaving the classroom.

With Amelia in tow, Casper entered the classroom, causing everyone inside to be stunned.

“Who is Jessica Taylor?”

A male student with a crew cut, who was sitting in front, remarked, “Tsk-tsk. What are you trying to do here? Why is that materialistic girl with you?”

“That’s right. Who is that guy? Why is he together with Amelia?”

“She is a slut and is willing to accept just about any man.”

However, when they saw Casper’s terrifying glare, all of them shut up at once.

Casper raised his voice and asked again, “Who is Jessica Taylor?”

The class was extremely silent as everyone watched the drama that was unfolding.

Meanwhile, a girl dressed in black, who sat at the back of the class, stomped her leg on the desk in front and stood up. “Who are you? What business do you have with me?”

Jessica was chewing gum while having an exasperated expression—she is a stereotypical gangster.

“What do you want? Are you here to cause trouble over that poor girl?”

Casper walked ahead while dragging Amelia along. He scrutinized Jessica before he confirmed “Are you Jessica? I heard Amelia soiled your clothes. I’m here to compensate you on her behalf.”

Jessica was stunned before giving Casper a contemptuous look. “You want to compensate me? Hahaha, this is hilarious. It’s just as big a joke as Amelia striking it rich.”

Laughing hard in disdain, Jessica held onto her stomach and leaned back into her seat.

The very next moment, the smile on her face disappeared. In its place, was an insidious expression. “You seem intent on making a name for yourself. But, is a poor person like you capable of even doing it? My socks alone are worth more than your entire outfit. Do you know how much does my top costs? Three thousand five hundred. Can you afford it?”

“How do you know I can’t afford it?” Casper hated anyone who looked down on others, especially those who judged someone by their clothing.