âWhatâs this? I canât accept it.â Casper avoided his gesture of courtesy and asked Louis to resume his work in the kitchen.
Now that the parasites within Tycoon had been weeded out, the rumors about them were also quelled altogether. It was the best time for business development.
âGiselle, just pick any private room and wait for me there. I own this place, so go on and order any food you like, and Iâll go and see you later,â after settling everything, Casper turned around and said to Giselle.
As she heard him call her by her name, Giselle perked up in delight and acknowledged in a hushed voice.
âMr. Simpson, someone is looking for you outside.â
Elena ran over, and Casper raised his head to take a glance at her. Elena was wearing a low-cut top that day; its deep V-neck revealed a bountiful and fascinating scenery, from which Casperâs gaze slid down and he could feel all his blood rushing to his head. The tight-hip skirt that Elena was wearing only half covered the top of her thigh, while a pair of black stockings wrapped around her slender and porcelain white legs, and there were even lace patterns on the edge where it met the hem of her skirt.
âDid you develop some kind of a new attribute with Ms. Stalling?â
Casper fixated all his attention on her chest and couldnât stop staring at it. Elena didnât seem to mind at all. Pushing up her glasses, she answered, âAs your secretary, I got to keep up my appearances. Is there any problem with my way of dressing?â
Casper almost lost his eyes to the cleavage before him. Nevertheless, he had come to Tycoon with Giselle that day; hence, no matter how captivating the scenic view was with his secretary, there was nothing else he could do other than just watching. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Casper uttered, âThis is a little too revealing⦠Ms. Schneider, you should only wear this in front of me.â
Elena blinked her eyes, secretly pleased with her own attractiveness. She then flipped her hair and replied, âSince youâve said that, Iâll wear it only for you then, Mr. Simpson.â With that, she put on a coat to cover the parts of her body which were too exposed.
Casper felt that there were other implications behind her words, but he didnât think too much about it and only asked, âWhoâs looking for me?â
âA woman. She has come here with you before,â Elena recollected and answered.
Casperâs interest was piqued at once. A woman? Who can it be? He strode outside, just to see a hot and slim figure at the reception counter in the lobby.
âUm? Isnât this Sarahâs aunt?â Casper was eyeballing her figure with relish, but he froze notably for a moment when he saw her face.
Isnât this Sarahâs aunt, Emily, whom I have pretended to be dating with before this?
Emily was wearing a pair of aviator classic shades, a strapless top, and a long skirt, giving a vintage sense of the 80s or 90s. Coupled with her flawless facial features and stunning figure, she looked just like a character from the movies at first glance.
Emily lay her elbow on the reception counter and rested her head on her palm, with the curve line of her hip captivating the attention of every man who walked by.
âWhatâs your boss like on usual days?â Emily was chatting with the receptionists, trying to fish for some information from them.
The receptionist replied with a polite smile, âMr. Simpson has a busy schedule, so we donât get to see him often.â In reality, Casper came to Tycoon every day, and they would see him twice a day. The receptionist said that only to fudge Emilyâs question.
Emily curled her lips into a broad curve. The bright red color of her Dior lipstick was so vivid it looked as though blood would even drip from them.
âOf course, Iâm sure you have no idea how your boss pretends to be an impoverished university student behind your back even though he appears as the owner of this restaurant in front of you. Heâs a hell of an actor, a wolf in sheepâs clothing!â
âAhem.â Casper coughed from behind Emily and stole a few more glances at her hips.
Theyâre just so curvy and plump.
Emily turned around, and seeing that it was Casper, she took off her shades in surprise and started, âIsnât this Mr. Simpson who has an extremely busy schedule? It took me some effort to finally find you.â
Casper was a little embarrassed. He didnât know why Emily was looking for him, but the arrogance that she had previously shown had all gone in that instance. Before that, she was like a queen, giving orders to him.
Little did he know that the change in Emilyâs attitude was due to the change in his identity. Previously, when Casper appeared as a penniless student, she was overbearing and conceited, but since Casper pretended to be her boyfriend and helped relieve her from the situation last time, she finally learned a little about Casperâs worth. Hence, there was a change in her attitude just like how differently a queen would treat her general and a servant.
âMs. Goldstein, whatâs the matter?â Casper was bemused. Wasnât the problem with the matchmaking last time already solved?
And Sarah even came to the dorm and asked him to return the clothes she bought for him after that, making him a little abashed.
âHmph.â Initially, Emily thought that he would be extremely pleased to see a beauty like her coming to see him personally. Never had she expected that she would be welcomed with such a placid question.
âWhy? Do you think youâre already in the upper echelon of society just because you own Tycoon?â
Emily put on her shades again and continued, âTycoon is worth tens of millions at most, and with such a net worth, youâre only average among my suitors.â
She went a little too far with her words. There were indeed a lot of men pursuing her, but not all of them were multi-millionaires. There were only a few billionaires, for instance, Gabriel who showed up that day.
âThatâs for sure. A pretty woman like Ms. Goldstein certainly has numerous admirers.â Casper played along rather casually but he was also puzzled at the same time. What is this woman doing here? Gigi is still waiting for me to have dinner with her.
Emily rolled her eyes at that. My dear Casper, youâre playing hard to get, arenât you? She took off her shades again, folded them, and hung them at the neck of her top.
âCasper, youâre a fool!â She pointed at Casper and added, âIâve done some research on your background but to no avail. Even though youâve turned rich all of a sudden, something from your previous destitution stays with you. But that doesnât matter, because Lady Luck is smiling at you. You now have a pass before you to enter the upper echelon of society.â
Casper tilted his head to one side. âUmm, what pass?â
Emily was exasperated at that point. âDo you really donât understand what Iâm saying?â She was rendered speechless. What is this man thinking about? Iâve already made it so obvious, and he still doesnât get it.
Is he feigning ignorance?
Emily rolled her eyes again, and the expression on her face changed as though she knew all too well what game Casper was playing. She put on her shades again, walked over to Casperâs side, and spoke into his ear softly, âDonât you worry. As long as you become the live-in son-in-law of the Goldsteins, you wonât be mistreated. My dad will support your career. If it isnât because Iâm sick of being pressured to get married, you will never have such an opportunity ever!â
Casperâs eyes widened in shock. This time, he finally understood what that woman was talking about. It looks like sheâs planning to turn an act into reality and wants me to be her boyfriend.
âErr⦠Ms. Goldstein, I think youâve misunderstood me. The reason I showed up last time was because Sarah said that she would buy me a nice outfit.â