The Invisible Rich Man's
Chapter 241
"What do you want?" Gerald never thought he would meet Sara by chance, therefore, he simply replied coldly, saying,
“I want to ask you something. After slapping my face this morning, what do you feel and how is your current mood as you stand before me in this capacity as a waitress?” Sara asked bitterly.
Sara felt a lot of regret and resentment in her heart after getting a slap on her face. He was also very embarrassed that Gerald had defeated him.
These emotions had been troubling Sara all day! He just couldn't wait to get revenge on her.
Gerald replied with a bitter smile, “I feel nothing. Speak now if you have something you want to say. I'm busy!"
"Ha ha ha! Busy ass! Gerald, go! Bring me a napkin!” Sara replied while pointing at the napkin box at the side.
“You are a waiter now, so you should serve your customers well. Otherwise, I'll complain about your attitude to your manager! ” Sara continues her endless chatter.
Gerald also started to feel a little frustrated. However, he felt that what he said made sense. After all, he was indeed a servant now.
So, he took the napkin before handing it to her.
“I don't want it. Dirty shoes! I'd like you to polish it for me! ” Sara replied, proud like a peacock.
“Did you hear that? Sara wants you to polish her shoes for her! Hmph! At first I thought that Gerald Sara was talking about was a tall and handsome man. I'm really very disappointed after meeting you now!”
"Yes! Shouldn't you be rich? Why do you work as a waiter at a bar? Uh! It is really disgusting when a poor person like you who has no money at all pretends to be a great person who has a lot of money!”
“Kakak Xabi is right! Some people are willing to do anything just to save their own face!”
All the girls sneered as they stared at Gerald. Meanwhile, Sara still raised her legs while waiting.
However, Gerald did not polish his shoes for him. Instead, he simply put the napkin to the side and said, “If you really want someone to wipe your feet, you should leave Mayberry Commercial Street. You can go to the bar in the Red Mansion instead. There will also be people willing to lick your feet there!”
After he finished speaking, Gerald turned around and immediately left.
"You are you!" Sara was angry.
However, after thinking about it, Sara did not feel angry or frustrated anymore. Instead, he was actually rather happy.
After all, all of his worries that had bothered him all day had finally completely disappeared. It felt as if a huge burden had been removed from his chest.
He really thinks that Gerald is very rich and most likely he is the owner of Lamborghini.
If that were the case, Sara would rather die. He would offend a very rich heir!
Sara had even thought about how great it would be if her first encounter with Gerald was much better.
In short, Sara was filled with regret and felt extremely depressed throughout the day.
In the end, when he goes out at night to dispel his boredom, he realizes that Gerald's status is completely different from what he imagined. He was just a pathetic jerk who would do anything just to save his own face.
He feels much more comfortable now!
“Let this pathetic jerk go now! Sisters, come! Let's continue drinking!”
After returning to the bar, Gerald continued to work, and soon, he finally finished moving all the booze. The whole process was pretty sad.
Gerald thought there was nothing else he could do here, so he decided to tell Cassandra that he was going to leave first.
Gerald went to the room where Cassandra was. At this moment, there was a group of men and women drinking together in the room.
“Come, come, Master McGregor! You lose again. You can choose to drink a bottle of this red wine in one gulp or take off a piece of your clothes! A fat middle-aged man who was sitting very close next to Cassandra was currently talking very pervertedly.
“I didn't lose! Obviously you're just trying to trick me!” It could be seen that Cassandra hated this short and fat middle-aged man so much. He also hated the current situation a lot, and he struggled to deal with the situation.
“Hahaha, you mean if you lose because I cheated you, it means you didn't lose at all? If you refuse to drink Red Wine, you must take off your clothes! Hehe!" After he finished speaking, the fat middle-aged man grabbed onto Cassandra's skirt as he tried to lift it.
"Are you really sick?"