The Invisible Rich Man's
Chapter 290
That's unbelievable!
Could he win the lottery?
And how much did he win?
It was clear that the question was very disturbing to Lilian and Sharon.
They are anxious and want to know the answer.
It doesn't matter to them if the money is stolen or robbed. They just hope that he doesn't just win the lottery.
Otherwise, it would be too much for them to handle!
"I have things to do, I have to go!"
Gerald ignored their questions because he was under no obligation to answer them.
He turned around and walked away coldly, leaving them staring with widened eyes and mouth.
As he walks out the door, Gerald immediately calls Zack Lyle with his new phone.
He told her the difficulties he was facing and it would be great if he could come and pick her up. He would explain the matter further once they met and they would find a way to resolve it as soon as possible.
Zack was shocked when he heard the news.
He must act immediately.
Gerald hung up the phone and sent me his location. Then, he returned to Queta's house.
As he walked through the entrance of the Scothow Elementary School…
…She suddenly stopped walking.
In front of him, there was a large group of people and several luxurious cars were blocking at the entrance.
Next to him, a taxi was smashed into pieces, and wails rang out from the crowd.
It was obvious that someone was being beaten.
One of the luxury cars caught Gerald's attention for looking familiar. His heart stopped beating for a moment. That's Damien Rye.
He's after them!
And finally Gerald recognized the taxi, the taxi he took to come all the way here!
Gerald was nervous, and as he turned his head towards everyone staring, in horror, he realized that he who was beaten was the taxi driver before.
He was beaten until he bled. His body was sprawled on the ground, and blood splattered all over his face.
“D mn it, are you going to tell or not? Where's that bitch and that bitch?”
Damien roared without feeling.
“Master Rye, please forgive me! I really don't know, and if I did, I'd tell you!”
The driver lay on the ground, begging.
"They're coming down from this area, and I don't know where they're going!"
"F* ck, she still didn't tell, hit her boy!"
His men took turns swinging and hitting him with sticks.
The beating lasted for a few more minutes, and the spectators felt a chill on their backs.
The driver continued to deny while being beaten until he fainted.
Gerald watched from the side. His entire body was trembling with anger.
And the driver really moved it.
What the hell is he doing?
It was because the driver dropped him and the others near the slum entrance, so there was no way he wouldn't know where Gerald was going!
And it's pretty obvious that the driver won't tell them anything.
“F*ck, find me this driver's family, soon. She must know where they are, damn it, and she dares to lie to me? I will destroy his entire family!”
Damien roaring.
“Listen, anyone who sees a beautiful woman with a child and a twenty-year-old today, come forward and give us information. The Ryes will appreciate you very much. Otherwise, you might end up like him!” Damien's orders, his voice blaring with dominance.
“Hmph! Someone came to help me pluck out her hamstrings!
"Stop!"