Becoming the Richest Man Alive

Chapter 59

Furthermore, the weather was scorching hot lately and the coolest place in the monastery was the main hall.

Hence, Brandon had talked loudly to himself and left for the backyard on purpose, so that he could bait Casper out. However, he didn’t expect his ruse to have succeeded.

When Mandy saw Brandon enter the hall, her whole body began to tremble. Despite coming from a poor family, she had never been kidnapped before.

“I’m sure you didn’t expect me to return suddenly, right? Today, you can forget about escaping as I will bury you here myself!”

When Brandon saw that Casper didn’t respond, he assumed that he was frightened stiff. As his expression darkened, he gave both Mandy and Casper a demonic stare.

At the same time, he reached for his waist and drew his dagger out, brandishing it in the air.

With his burly body blocking the back door and having locked the front door earlier, there was no place for Casper to escape.

After recovering from a brief shock, Casper quickly calmed his nerves. Taking a step forward, he stood in front of Mandy to protect her.

He sneered, “You are a crafty man and certainly live up to your reputation as a murderer of three.”

“I can see that you know a lot. It seems you have already disposed of John and Jason.”

With a frosty expression, Brandon’s gaze flashed with ferocity. “The more the reason I can’t let you go. Kid, you will die here today.”

Given the savage environment Brandon lived in, he was forced to be cruel and sly. Or else, he wouldn’t have survived till now.

“Is that so? But, I don’t want to die as I’m really afraid of death!”

Casper patted himself on his chest to show how scared he was.

“Haha.”

Brandon sneered, “Stop pretending, kid. If you’re really afraid of death, you wouldn’t have barged in here alone. Do you take me for a fool?”

Shaking his head, Casper remarked calmly, “No, you are not a fool at all. In fact, you’re a sly one,”

At the same time, a dagger emerged in his hand. It was the same dagger he found on Jason and had kept it as a precaution.

“Alright kid, you look like a smart guy. Given that you put those two out of commission and managed to get yourself in here, it’s obvious that you know a thing or two. Why don’t you join me? We can sell this girl and go on to greater things? Besides, I’ll also spare you.”

After Brandon had scrutinized Casper in his monk’s robes, he had the urge of recruiting Casper given how talented he was. After all, one always needed help when living a criminal life.

The reality was that it was hard to do anything alone, regardless of the industry. He could still manage murder and arson alone. But, for human trafficking, he certainly needed the extra help.

Therefore, he could see that Casper was someone formidable and even Jason and John together might not be enough to take him down.

“I have an idea. How much are you planning to sell the girl for? A hundred thousand? Or three hundred thousand?”

Casper wanted to negotiate with him. Turning to look at the main door which had been tightly shut, he plainly asked, “Since you’re selling her, I’m sure it doesn’t matter who you sell her to. So, why don’t you sell her to me instead?”

Briefly stunned, Brandon glared at Casper and sneered, “Damn you kid, what do you mean? Do you take me for a fool?”

Casper replied, “Why would I do that? Aren’t you a human trafficker? Coincidentally, this girl suits my taste. Why don’t you sell her to me, and I’ll pay you?”

“You pay me? Why don’t you look in the mirror to remind yourself how poor you are? If you’re rich, then I’m the wealthiest man in the world,” Brandon replied sarcastically as he rolled his eyes at Casper.

When Casper entered the monastery earlier, Brandon had checked him out and noticed that Casper’s outfit was even cheaper than his own. No one is going to believe that you’re rich, kid.

If someone like you is considered rich, I wouldn’t need to live such a savage life anymore.

“Before this, I thought that only the rich would judge someone by their appearance. I didn’t expect you to act the same way. Despite my shabby clothes, I am actually rich.”

Rolling his eyes, Casper demanded impatiently, “Name your price, quickly.”

“You? Are you really rich?”

Brandon was stunned by what Casper said. As his eyes darted around, he still couldn’t believe what he heard.

“I have a black card here. I’m sure you know that one needs one million just for the application alone. So, do you believe me now?” Casper took out the black card he kept together with his phone and waved it in front of Brandon.

Brandon was stunned to see the card as he was cognizant of what it symbolized. He didn’t expect Casper to be a rich kid at all.

He had seen the black card a few times before during his previous dealings. It was a symbol of the ultra-rich. Whoever owned one was considered a top-tier VIP by banks. When they withdrew money, there was even a special channel allocated for them. Furthermore, they also enjoyed the professional financial management services provided by the bank. Therefore, it was a symbol of the extremely wealthy.

Brandon had always envied those who owned a black card. He too hoped that one day, he was also able to have one

“How… how can I be sure that there’s any money in the account?” Gulping, Brandon pretended to be skeptical.

However, he had already believed that Casper was someone wealthy.

“If you don’t believe me, you can always call to verify,” Casper replied confidently.

Actually, the one million that was previously in there had been used for the charity donation. Later on, he just didn’t have the time to reload the card.

Naturally, Brandon wasn’t able to call and check. He had seen the wanted notice for him on television before. Therefore, if he had made a call, the police would likely pick up his location.

Smirking, Brandon waved his dagger around and proposed, “Kid, since you look as if you know what you’re doing, I’ll sell her to you for one million!”

To him, Casper was like a lamb ripe for slaughter. Brandon felt that it would be a waste to not squeeze everything out of him. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“A million is well worth my money!” Casper readily agreed.

“Do you want me to transfer it to you, or do you want cash instead?”

Just as he spoke, Casper waved his phone to make a point. A bank transfer was the safest option. After all, running around with a million in cash wasn’t practical at all.

In truth, this was part of Casper’s plan as he needed to get Brandon to drop his guard. Or else, prolonging the stalemate wasn’t a good idea at all.