Chapter 206: Chapter 206

“Okay, enough with the praise. Hurry and get it done for me.”

After hanging up, Caspar then returned inside and smiled at Sheryl. “Please wait a while, Ms. Sheryl.”

She smirked. “You seem a lot younger than me. If I’m not wrong, you’re around my sister’s age. Just call me Sheryl from now on.”

“Okay, I will,” he replied obediently.

She then stretched lazily, making the people watching her want to stretch to relieve some tension as well.

Just then, Sharon stood up and pulled Casper out of the room. She frowned and said, “My sister’s not behaving very normal today.”

“What do you mean?”

“She used to only leave her bedroom once in three days. But she’s spoken more today than she has in the past year!”

“Maybe… she saw me and grew happy,” he suggested.

Seeing that he was taking on everything by himself, she kicked him. “Stop it. I’m serious. I was genuinely shocked when she laughed just now. She has never laughed ever since she got depressed!”

“Doesn’t that mean her depression’s cured? You silly girl.”

Although Sharon opened her mouth, she did not know what to say to him. She then shook her head and replied, “No, there’s something weird with her gaze today. It feels like a certain someone.”

“Like who?”

“Have you watched Palace Empresses? The one with Laurel Scott. It’s the same gaze as her character in that show. It’s like she’s constantly calculating and planning something in her mind.”

Casper fell silent for a moment before he replied, “Then what did her gaze look like before?”

“Like an innocent rabbit! One that doesn’t know anything!”

“I got it,” he said, raising his index finger and waving it. “She’s been watching such dramas for the past two years at home.”

Sharon scoffed in anger. “What the hell? I’m worried about my sister!”

Caspar sighed in exasperation. “What are you worried about? Look at her now. She looks like she wants to continue living. Isn’t this a lot better than her lifeless state before? Besides, if you’re really worried, why don’t you ask her? You’re sisters.”

“Me?” Sharon asked, pointing at herself uncertainly.

“Who else? Me? I don’t have the time to talk nonsense here.” He then turned and left, looking at his phone while waiting for news from the Firewolf Chamber of Commerce.

After calming herself down, Sharon then called her sister over to the bedroom. However, before she could say anything, Sheryl entered the room and immediately said, “Sharon, how did you get to know Casper? Tell me whatever you know about him.”

Dazed by the question, Sharon froze. She then told her sister everything about how she had provoked him the day before and how they had the showdown.

“You said you saw him arguing with his ex-classmates in the bathroom?”

“Yeah. One of them seemed to be his ex-girlfriend who left him because he had no money.”

“He’s the boss of Tycoon Hotel. How can he not have money?” Sheryl quickly asked, seemingly having caught onto a key point.

“I don’t know about that… But from his conversation with his ex, it seems like he only recently took over Tycoon.”

Sheryl grew more alert once she heard that. She smiled slightly and said, “Looks like his background’s not that normal.”

“How did you tell?”

“His speech, temperament, physical skills, and cooking skills. All those show that he’s not that simple.

He looks poor and wears such shabby clothes but is the owner of such a high-class hotel? Where do you think his money comes from?”

“His family? He could have rich parents, like Mr. Sawyer Lingham.”

As soon as Sheryl heard Sawyer’s name, her gaze shifted away. “He’s different from Sawyer. That man did treat us kindly but think about it carefully. Three years ago, Lingham Group just so happened to enter the catering industry. How did they find me so coincidentally?”

Shocked, Sharon said, “You’re basically like a detective. How’d you suddenly get so good?”

Sheryl stroked her thin face and replied, “It’s hatred. It tortured me for three years and changed me in merely a minute.”

Only an unforgettable kind of hatred could make someone remember their pain.

About half an hour later, a message popped up on Casper’s phone. He read it, then bid goodbye to the sisters and said he would be back in three hours.

Not expecting that he would do such a thing for Sheryl, Elena followed him out the door and pulled him to a stop. She whispered in disbelief, “Are you crazy? You’re really going to kidnap him?”

Looking at how anxious she was being, he patted her on the shoulder. “It’s okay. I have other plans. It’s not just for Sheryl. I also want to find out what Lingham Group’s doing behind the scenes. We need to obtain some dirt on them!”

After hearing his explanation, Elena nodded. Only then did she let Casper go.

Meanwhile, Hanson was driving his new Mercedes-Benz proudly around the area. Although it was not the car he was most satisfied with, it was enough to show off.

As soon as he unlocked his phone, several WhatsApp messages popped up. They were all messages from video platforms trying to discuss a collaboration with him. He began to reply to them one by one.

He replied to the first message: Hey, I told you I’m a vlogger now. I don’t shoot food videos anymore.

But I don’t mind taking up some beauty-related videos.

He replied someone else: The contract fee’s too low, so there’s nothing else for me to discuss unless you can introduce a good partner for me every year. We won’t record this in the contract. It’ll just be part of our personal relationship.

Hanson responded fluently and in a skilled manner to his messages. Since he was getting popular, he was no longer satisfied with his status as a mere social media influencer. Thus, he wanted to make his debut on a talent show. Although he neither knew how to sing nor dance, it was easy to utilize his good looks to get a role and gain fans.

In that manner, he continued to text as he drove. After a while, he accidentally drove into a small alley.

“I’ll take the opportunity to show these poor people a car they can never afford in their lives.”

As he mumbled to himself, two people suddenly appeared in front of his car, causing him to stop.

“F*ck! They’re trying to get my money!”

He then got off the car and scolded them, “Get lost. Don’t try to fake an accident here. I have a dashcam. Don’t cause yourself to get arrested then.”

“A dashcam?” one of the men asked.

He then walked to the window of the Mercedes-Benz and looked inside. Indeed, there was one.

The man then looked behind Hanson and said, “What now, Boss? There’s a dashcam.” Confused, Hanson turned around. Just then, a handsome young man walked over from behind his car while smiling.

“What else? Destroy it. There’s no one else in this alley, and there are no cameras here. Once you destroy the dashcam, there’ll be no evidence left.”

As the young man spoke, Hanson immediately felt that something was wrong. Resultantly, his first instinct was to get in the car. However, just as he opened the door, he felt a soreness at the back of his neck. Then, his vision turned black, and he fainted, falling to the ground.