The Invisible Rich Man's
Chapter 303
A young lady suddenly cut right in front of them, without a word, showing the slightest bit of respect to others.
Gerald's not in the mood for this. "Miss, don't you think this is a bit rude?"
The woman ignored him.
"Fuckin' thick! My teacher says you can't cut the queue!” Yasmin exclaimed with a frown.
“Bah!” The woman turned around and snapped, “So I cut in front of you, so what? What can you do? All barking and no biting!”
One could see she was around twenty-one, with bright skin and a beautiful face—and dressed in such a way that not much could be imagined.
However, his rigid demeanor only made Gerald annoyed to see her.
"You're barking!" At the limit of his patience, he retorted harshly.
“What did you tell me? Just wait here—I will ask someone to cut you to size!” Screaming and cursing as if she had suddenly gone crazy, the woman was pulled by a few people around her.
Finally, he left in a huff.
Well, it came out of nowhere. After forgetting about it, Gerald went back in line.
“Master, maybe you shouldn't have done that. That woman seems troubled! ” A beautiful young nurse whispered this as she ushered some patients in. “He was here last afternoon to visit one of our patients—someone famous—and he came with a basket of luxury cars! I'm not going to underestimate the impact, you know? Quickly log in—and no more problems!”
Obviously, he started it! Well, the nurse means well... Gerald did not comment further.
"Don't make a fuss about it, Gerald," Queta agreed. "We'll just wrap it up here and get going!"
So Gerald took Yasmin to the doctor. Turns out nothing to worry about—just the common cold—and some prescription drugs.
Queta looked relieved, and they left the hospital together.
When they arrived at the entrance, shiny black cars suddenly rolled up, one after another. A large group of well-dressed people came out and headed inside.
When he saw the woman who emerged from the car in the middle, Queta trembled in fear. It was the woman who cut the line earlier, starting a quarrel with Gerald.
Thank goodness they got out of there in time.
“I just heard it. How is Mr Rye? Is she still in the Intensive Care Unit?” A handsome young man asked.
The woman nodded. "Yes. He suffered terrible fractures in all four of his limbs, and he is still in ICU— ward but fortunately his life is not in danger!”
"explosion! Who could be behind such a savagery? I know.. it must be Mayberry.”
"Hi! Don't talk about it here!” the man snapped at her, causing her to cover her own mouth.
Gerald lingered nearby, easily visible from them. Why would he do this?
Because he recognized the dashing young man.
The face that was still beaten for failure at Emperor Karaoke Bar, was none other than Jake!
After hearing their discussion of 'Mr Rye', he finally saw the picture now.
Most likely the great Damien Rye himself. So that bastard has been admitted to this hospital.
It seems that all these people—including that terrible harpy—are from Rye Group.
Room, room! Then, in a thundering engine storm, another fleet of a dozen cars appeared.
People would naturally assume they were with Jake and his friends.
That's not all of it. More cars follow from behind.
That makes sense. Rye Group, under the Rye family, has long encroached on the Mayberry region. Their roots flowed within.
They are a vicious bunch of thugs.
Damien Rye is guaranteed to have strong supporters. No matter how hard someone tried to cover it up, the events of that afternoon were too big to hide.