The Invisible Rich Man's
Chapter 198
Who would have thought Mr Crawford would be here, hanging out with such a crowd?
"Oh? Mr Ziegler, you know this bum, Gerald?” Murphy asked in surprise.
For some reason, when Yancy Ziegler greeted Gerald Crawford by name, Murphy and many others present at the venue were overwhelmed with jealousy. How could Yancy know the man but not know them?
Whatisthis?
“How is your business that I happen to know? Get me out of my sight!” Hearing what Murphy called Gerald, Yancy roared furiously.
Blood was pouring out of Murphy's face.
Gerald put down his chopsticks before calmly answering, “Ah, this is you, Yancy. I remember you from my last visit to Sunnydale. Oh, yes — did you find a ticket for yourself? ” He deliberately slightly modifies past events.
"Oh yeah! I did it! Thank you so much, Gerald! Thank you very much!"
Yancy bowed deeply. Given how he always bends and scrapes in front of Aiden Baker, what else is Gerald Crawford?
"Thank you, Gerald!" All the men behind Yancy followed her.
And that's hello.
"No problem. If I could ask for something in return, Yancy.. Let me keep this room?”.
“Of course, of course!” Yancy doesn't know what business Gerald has here, but if he says jump, Yancy just needs to know how high. After exchanging more pleasantries quickly, he grabbed his people and retreated without delay.
Peace back to the private dining room.
Silence prevailed as everyone stared at Gerald with their mouths agape. This guy has that kind of influence?
How could this possibly happen?
“Gerald, how... How do you know Mr Ziegler? Why is he so grateful to you?” His stomach churned horribly, Lilian anxiously spoke first.
“Oh, he once misplaced bus— ticketbut I found it for him!”
Whahuh?
Everyone stared with eyes as wide as the dinner plate on the table.
Who is he trying to get kids? All that just now, for the bus ticket?
Gerald himself had just realized that this unintentional lie might look a little excessive.
“Hmm.. Maybe it was a plane ticket. Can't remember anymore.”
Scratching his head, Gerald tried to find a way out of this. “To be honest I don't remember what kind of ticket it was, but she is very grateful for that.”
It should have been so—and Gerald felt that he had just been full by now. He saw no point in wandering around any longer. Making up an excuse to do something, he ran away.
After his departure, everyone in the room stared at each other. Obviously, Gerald had hidden something..but how could he possibly have anything to do with Yancy Ziegler?
Why not them? Why, if it was them, then…!
Some boil with envy. Others, like Sharon and Lilian, grapple with complicated emotions.
It occurred to them that Gerald was very likely to experience a complete reversal of fate through his acquaintance with Yancy. It seems very reasonable.
In that event, the two girls felt as if they now understood the true meaning of regret.
The thought of seeing that day came filled them with despicable horrors.
Argh, what to do!
“I don't think Yancy will have much to do with Gerald. After all, gratitude is only worth a few kindnesses. How much can a bum like Gerald ask of someone like Yancy? Basically no!” Feeling the turmoil in the room, Murphy declared this with a smile.
At this moment, everyone could relax a little.
Gerald left just like that even though he could have blackmailed them all on the spot. For the love she once held for Sharon, she held her hand. No matter what he was like now, he would not forget that he had helped her before in the past.
This keeps them balanced.
While rubbing her stomach in satisfaction, she began to wonder if Queta and her children had already eaten. Maybe he'll bring them something.
So, he ended up at the Queta place once more. He headed there whenever he had free time, chatted with him and played with the children, and he's always in a good mood there.
Even better than hanging around at school.
In addition, he gets closer to Queta every day.
After securing their contact information, they also often send messages to each other.
Is he in love? Even he couldn't say .. but he must have liked it enough.
This week spent chatting with Queta, she was sometimes slow in responding to Mila's own messages. One night, Mila suddenly sends her the following: a:
'Gerald... have you ever chatted with any other girl besides me?'