The Almighty Lord Caspian by Cath Nitfisch

As a socialite of the upper class, she would go around in sports cars. She would have

countless designer bags and luxury clothing items in her wardrobe.

On the other hand, Bobby was in a foul mood. His beloved car was flattened to a sheet of

scrap metal.

Caspian drove the car to the entrance of his company and had Sylvia take the wheel.

On the way, Sylvia reported to Caspian regarding the increased activities of neighboring

nations at their borders.

Caspian replied, “Don’t worry, they suffered heavy losses since our last battle. They

haven’t recovered their ability to fight yet. Keep an eye on them. If there is an emergency,

report it to me immediately.”

He planned to resign from the company today and end what he had started.

After many years of warfare at the border, Caspian found himself longing for the hustle

and bustle of the city.

In addition, the female CEO of the company had always been kind to him.

Caspian had intended to lead a quiet life with Melanie despite the pleasures available in

the city.

He, Melanie, and Bobby were all colleagues in the same company. Now that they had

gotten a divorce, there was no reason to stay here any longer.

With his status and wealth, he didn’t need to toil away at the company.

Caspian had just walked into the gates of the company when his colleague, Thomas Miller,

approached him. “Hey, Caspian, weren’t you on leave today? Why are you here now?

Could it be …”

He took a breath and raised his voice a few notches. “Could it be that you’re here at noon

just to save money? Are you going to freeload off the company for a free meal?

“You really know how to make ends meet. You work tirelessly every day and deliver

parcels during lunch break.

“I’m sure you’ve already made a bomb, and yet you still need to save money on lunch?”

Thomas’ remarks prompted laughter from the other colleagues around them.

In this company, very few people respected Caspian.

All of them felt ashamed to be associated with a deliveryman.

Other employees working within the building complex often came by during breaks and

asked, “Is this a courier company? Why do you hire deliverymen?”

To them, sharing the same workplace with Caspian was considered a disgrace.

As office workers, they were a cut above the blue-collar workers.

None of them wanted to be associated with a poor deliveryman.

They felt that Caspian’s part-time job as a deliveryman had tarnished the image of the

company.

Whenever Caspian’s colleagues saw him at the office, they mocked him.

They hoped that he would resign. Today, they were finally getting their wish.

Caspian went to his seat and started packing up his belongings.

Even so, Thomas didn’t miss a chance to ridicule him further.

He asked, “Caspian, are you planning to resign? Did you finally accumulate a fortune by

delivering parcels?”

Thomas turned to the other colleagues and exclaimed, “Look, everyone. Didn’t I tell you?

Even though delivering parcels is hard work and makes your b*dy stink of sweat, it’s a

lucrative job!

“Look at Caspian. He’s a prime example. Now that he has earned enough by being a

deliveryman, he’s going to resign. He’ll finally join the ranks of the wealthiest people in

Diatoran!”

Everyone burst into laughter when they heard Thomas’ jeers.

A deliveryman making it into Diatoran’s list of the wealthiest people could be the funniest

office joke of the year.

Another colleague who loved to stir up trouble sauntered over to Caspian.

He nodded to him with a mocking smile. “Mr. Lynch, I hope to learn from you in the future.

Once you get your lucky break, don’t forget about your old colleagues.

“If you have the time, reward me with a brand-new bicycle so that I can follow in your

footsteps.

“I will strive to get into Diatoran’s list of the wealthiest people as well and become one of

the people who earns more than 350 million in the country!”

With that, laughter rang out in the office. It sounded very lively.

Employees from other companies couldn’t help but glance when they walked by the door.

They thought that Caspian’s company was giving out year-end bonuses ahead of time.

Caspian paid no mind to his colleagues’ ridicule. He stared at the colleagues he had

worked with for nearly a year, but he remained silent.

He was Lord Caspian, ruler of Diatoran.

Caspian wasn’t upset as he allowed his colleagues, who were as insignificant as fleas, to

mock him.

There was no reason to lower himself to their level. It was beneath him to get angry with

small fries.

Caspian remained indifferent and focused on tidying up the belongings from his desk. He

was prepared to resign and leave the company.

At that moment, a loud slap was heard coming from the working area. It sounded like

someone was smacking a folder down on the table.

It wasn’t very loud or piercing, but it was loud enough to silence the commotion at the

work area.

After that, a stylish and beautiful woman dressed in a black professional suit appeared.

She wore a pair of black high heels, and her slender legs were covered in black silk

stockings.

Standing in the office area, she spoke coldly, “Are you all having a good time doing

nothing? You seem to be chatting merrily.

“All of you will get a pay cut from this morning, except for Caspian.

“I will use this money to organize a party with food and drink for everyone in the office.

Then, you can chat to your heart’s content!”