The Invisible Rich Man's
Chapter 118
“Master. Crawford, when your banquet is over, please, come and join us to discuss the issue I mentioned earlier. ”
Wesley then warmly shook hands with Gerald.
When the young man waved his hand, he could not help but wonder how many companies would rise overnight in Mayberry City.
The economy of Mayberry City has improved significantly.
It was all because Gerald signed his name a few times.
He was a young man with such strength and stature, yet, never a pretentious or show-off person, from start to finish. He was polite to everyone around him.
The rare! It's really rare!
After he finished speaking, Wesley left the room with the others.
The room was completely silent at this moment. No one spoke a word, all looking towards Gerald with their mouths open.
George and his wife thought to themselves.
They initially thought that Charles was the greatest man, albeit a little arrogant.
However, now, it seemed like an extremely strong person turned out to be the young man standing before them!
“Gerald, what do they call you? Did they just call you Mr Crawford?”
Jacelyn swallowed her hard-earned saliva.
Alice looked at Gerald in shock as well.
"It's just a title!" Gerald replied with a faint smile.
He really didn't want to look pretentious or pretentious. Seeing how things were, Gerald couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
"Could Gerald be Mr. Crawford from Mayberry Commercial Street?"
"Trs. Crawford's? Mr Crawford from Mayberry Commercial Street? Seems like that's the only reason Mr Harrison respects her so much, right?”
"Impossible. How did this happen? How could Gerald be so rich?”
Everyone continued to speculate, but Jacelyn, on the other hand, was completely incredulous.
If this was indeed true, he really wanted to die!
“Thank you for your hospitality, Uncle and Aunt Bradford. This happened thanks to my brother's good girlfriend's birthday party. Allow me to handle it on your behalf. Excuse um. I'm going to retire to my room upstairs. ”
From the way he stared, Gerald would be very uncomfortable if he stayed longer.
So he took this opportunity to sneak away.
Gerald neither confirmed nor denied anything when they asked if he was Mr. Crawford of Mayberry Commercial Street.
After leaving the room, Gerald called Zack, asking him to come forward as a mediator to deal with the matter.
“Alice, could you be wrong? Didn't you say he was a player?" George asked with some regret.
If he knew this was the truth, he would not ridicule and insinuate her.
Before, when Wesley bowed a little to George, he was so excited that he almost peed in his pants!
Alice muttered to herself. "Impossible! There must be something hidden behind all this. How could Gerald be Mr. Crawford from Mayberry Commercial Street? Worse, we even offended Rye's family this time. How could Gerald solve this with one word?!”
Undoubtedly, the knowledge of the matter was extremely detrimental to anyone listening.
Then, George's phone suddenly rang.
He was surprised to see the number.
"It's me. Its me. Huh hello? Okay fine! Okay fine! Okay fine! Huh huh?
Whatdidyou say? …it's cool! Thank ye. Thank you very much!"
George hung up the phone happily.
Everyone looked at him.
“Alice, this time we actually met a very noble person. Seriously is! Gerald. No, Mr. Crawford is truly our benefactor! A senior from the Trade Bureau just called to let me know that a very powerful and influential person had just appeared. This issue has been successfully resolved!” said George.
Alice slumped weakly into her chair when she heard this.
It's all really related to Gerald. He is very strong!
But what's going on? Who's this Gerald?
Everyone had doubts left in their hearts.
Gerald was upstairs in his room. He had called Zack to help the people from Hayley's dorm, both Alice's and Jacelyn's families. However, he does not care about Luke and Danny, and does not want to take care of them. What does that have to do with him?
Gerald didn't think about the matter anymore. After entering the room, he continued drinking with Wesley and the others.
As for the important matters Wesley talked about, he only hoped Gerald could attend the opening ceremony on the day the main entertainment venue opened.
Since it wasn't a problem, Gerald immediately agreed.
Almost eleven o'clock when Gerald returned to campus.
He lay on his bed but continued to flip through his body as he found himself unable to sleep.
“Ding! ding!”
Notifications rang on Gerald's phone, one after another.
“Gerald, Gerald.. Have you slept? Let's meet tomorrow morning at our school's west canteen! I've got something important to tell you! You don't have to pay this back!"
At first glance, it was a text message from Mila.