âCasperâs such a cheap*ss. Even if he tossed his spare change on the floor, I wouldnât pick it up.â
âWe should organize a fundraiser for him instead, haha! Iâll lead the donation; does anyone else want to chip in? Gather around and sign up with me!â
He did not believe that Casper could ever be wealthy. So what if he visited the Rosen Bank? Charlie teased Casper mercilessly, and Kitty naturally joined in.
Recently, Kitty had been privy to the mockery of other students. They claimed that she had given up on Casper prematurely before discovering his wealthy background.
Kittyâs hatred for Casper only grew as the rumors swirled.
âI donât need anyoneâs help. I canât believe you would use a donation to make fun of someone.â
Standing up, Casper stared coldly at Jack. âMr. Tripp, what will you do if I can donate that amount?â
âY-you? If you can afford, say, twenty thousand, Iâll kneel in front of all the students and call you Boss!â
Jack scoffed as he met Casperâs gaze.
A broke loser like him would never be able to afford such a sum. Giselle helps him out with his school fees, and Casper earns his living expenses by taking up odd jobs at the university. Iâm sure I saw him eating other peopleâs leftover burgers. Knock me dead if heâs turned wealthy overnight.
âTwenty thousand and ten,â Casper tossed out his words carelessly.
âHaha!â
Everyone in the classroom except his friends burst into laughter after a momentâs silence, as if Casper had just told a joke.
âYouâre joking, right? Show us the money, then!â Jack demanded as his expression darkened. His professionalism as a teacher was thrown out the window at that moment.
Casper left his seat and walked toward Jack. Pulling out his new bank card, he tapped it on the credit card machine and donated the exact sum he had promised.
The machine pinged with a notification of the successful transaction. Jack looked like he had just swallowed a lemon whole. He gritted out awkwardly, âErm, good job. You can return to your seat.â
He did not seem like he intended to call Casper âBossâ at all. Instead, he behaved nonchalantly to gloss over the matter.
âKneel down, then. Call me Boss!â
Casper remained at his spot and stared at Jack.
You chose to provoke me first; now, you can pay the price!
âThatâs too much, Casper. Mr. Tripp was kidding. If youâve got what it takes, you can always exceed my donation amount. Iâll kneel and call you Boss!â Charlie spoke up in annoyance and confronted Casper.
âSure!â
With a sneer on his face, Casper donated another thirty thousand without even blinking.
âThere you go, Mr. Class President. Get on your knees and call me Boss!â Casper smirked and side-
eyed Charlie.
âY-you! Itâs impossible! How did you get the money? Youâre just a broke loser!â Kitty had cut in with a shrill scream before Charlie could utter a single word.
She could not believe her eyes at Casperâs sudden wealth, not even after she had seen him receiving the VIP treatment at the Rosen Bank.
Casper had always seemed more like a pawn instead of the person holding the purse strings.
âWell, I got lucky and won the lottery yesterday.â
Casper did not bother to look at Kitty. Instead, he smiled confidently at Charlie.
âHmph, Iâll donate another fifty thousand!â
Unwilling to admit defeat, Charlie upped the donation amount. How can I lose to someone who eats leftover scraps in the cafeteria? Gritting his teeth, he pulled out a different bank card and made the donation, which would have covered three monthsâ worth of his expenses.
âHmm, shall I continue donating?â Casper looked like he was in a dilemma. Eventually, he matched Charlieâs donation.
Thanks to the tenner he had included, his donation still exceeded that of Charlieâs.
If you like playing so much, Iâll take you for a spin until you give up. Anyway, this is all for charity.
âWell, Mr. Class President, looks like my tenner puts me on top. Are you ready to fulfill your end of the bet?â Casper taunted Charlie lazily.
âHmph, youâve only won this round. Just wait and see.â
Rage burned in Charlieâs eyes as he pointed a shaky finger at Casper.
He pulled out his phone to call his father right away.
âDad, could you wire a hundred thousand to my account now? I have an emergency,â Charlie said in a hurry.
Soon after he hung up, his phone pinged with a text message. He looked at Casper smugly after viewing the contents of the message.
With the hundred thousand securely in his account, he seemed revived.
I should be the talk of the town, not this broke loser. Emptying his bank account, Charlie was confident that Casper would be unable to outdo him.
Grinding his teeth, Casper appeared desperate as he confronted Charlie. âIâll give it to you, Mr. Class President. Since youâre pulling out the big guns, Iâll put down all my lottery winnings.â
He put on a show of faux hesitation before he donated a hundred thousand as well.
âLooks like Iâm still up by ten. I guess you should get down on your knees now.â
Casper approached Charlie and smirked at him expectantly.
Charlieâs face twisted with anger and shame. This stupid j*rk. Iâll never call him Boss!