The Invisible Rich Man's
Chapter 193
He left an impression on her. Even just looking at her from the side, she knew that she was an incredible beauty. Looking at him again now, he immediately looked familiar to her, and then he placed her.
"Do you know me?" whispered, gathering the three children protectively.
He was obviously afraid of her. What if he's involved in human trafficking?
“Yes, we met each other at Homeland Kitchen. Have you forgotten me?” Gerald smiled at him.
The woman spent a few moments in memory, then became bright. “Oh, it's you, Sir! Thank you for helping me, that time!”
Just then, he was scolded so loudly that he did not dare to look up from the floor. Just when he left, he stole a glance at Gerald.
Meeting him again now, all he recognized was his voice.
He saved her at that time.
Also, he's rich!
“Do not mention it. At least you don't need to be on guard around me. Have you taken care of these three children? ” Gerald asked curiously.
“Ya, yes!” Queta Smith nodded, carrying the three children.
As they walked together, he told his story: It turned out that these three children were wandering hedgehogs who managed to escape after being kidnapped by slaves.
With such chaotic circumstances, no orphanage would be willing to accept them, so they wandered the city alone, begging for things, and bring them all under his care.
He primarily works as a kindergarten teacher and also does some side jobs, thus making enough money to feed them all. He had even saved up to send them to school.
Queta often works with children. He taught them well.
So messy. And the three children were all brothers.
“I don't have—I grew up in an orphanage.” As he said this to her, Queta lowered her head and took her clothes off.
How beautiful she was, though her radiance was covered with long difficulties.
And he became very quiet in front of Gerald. He knew it because he was afraid he would get bored of her.
Queta will never know that Gerald used to be the type of person who never felt himself good enough either.
The ages of the two are almost the same. Gerald used to think she was having a hard time in life, but Queta here is much worse: A young woman with no parents, caring for three children alone.
How often do you find women like this, these days?
Gerald was deeply moved by his admiration for her.
"Where do you live?" She asked.
"There!" The three children pointed towards an ordinary settlement, not far from the school.
"Do you mind if I stop by for a minute?" he asked while chuckling.
After a moment of confusion, Queta nodded.
The entire area was basically a collection of old wild huts.
When they got to his place, Queta cleaned the bench and offered it to him. Then he threw the three children out to take a bath. The kids have been trying to do their part, collecting some trash for sale every day. That's why they're covered in shit.
“Queta Smith, my name is Gerald Crawford. Are we going to be friends?”
"Friends?" She's surprised. Queta knows that Gerald is a strong man because he can rule that manager.