The Invisible Rich Man's
Chapter 304
News of this whole incident, by making Damien Rye disabled, is guaranteed to come out.
The question is how Damien himself will turn it around.
"Do you know them, Gerald?" Seeing all the strong people gathered outside the hospital, Queta stood beside him, feeling anxious.
"I know them; but they don't know me.” Gerald smiled wryly. “They are here just to visit someone. Don't mind it!”
“It scares me! I think that woman has called a bunch of thugs! ” Queta sighs in relief.
After seeing them one last time, Gerald turned to leave. He drove Queta back to her place.
Zack Lyle has some dirt on Damien Rye, so the latter might be hesitant to cause further trouble.
On the way, Gerald did not forget to raise another question, namely about the change of work for Queta.
“By the way, Queta... interested in changing jobs?” he asked with a smile.
If he wants, he can choose any position at Mayberry International. It's not impossible to build a kindergarten for her either.
“I also mean to ask you this..” replied Queta. “Today, Manager Thornton told me that they might be interested in investing in kindergarten, and even gave me training at Sunnydale University! I will attend some Psychology lectures there tomorrow!”
"Oh? That's cool!" Gerald nodded.
Sometimes a man's attention is not worth a woman's attention.
Many universities hold community classes for people who are already working, or who have never received higher education themselves.
He actually had the same idea before—about making Queta sign up for such a class—but he never found the time.
Well, this is a fun turn of events. Sunnydale is the equivalent of Mayberry University. Everybody says so.
Gerald wanted to show his own sincerity, so he promised that whenever he was free, he would meet him at Sunnydale.
After dropping him off, he finally returned to his room at almost ten and thirty.
It was a tiring day. He fell asleep right away.
Two days passed without incident. Gerald spent this time studying quietly in the library. Summer holidays will be arriving—but before that, semester exams.
On the same day, at about 10 a.m., Gerald was trying model questions at the library.
Suddenly, a sweet scent wafted from his side.
It was the smell of a woman.
Everyone knows what it's like inside the university library—especially star students like Gerald—the research and revision goes on endlessly, and the place is crowded.
Gerald has occupied this place since 5:30 a.m.
It's starting to get a little crowded there.
The girl was tall, slender, and like a statue, with skin as white as porcelain. His long hair was down to his waist. She is a calm and charming beauty.
One can say that it was not his first choice to sit next to a man—but it was the only empty seat left.
This was compounded by how all the men had been watching him ever since he entered, causing him to feel extremely insecure. Meanwhile Gerald was fully engrossed in his studies, which gave him a slight reprieve.
Blushed faintly, she gave him a slight nod and smile, then sat down and opened her book.
Resting his head in one hand, turning the page with the other.
"Damn it, the baby went and sat there!"
"Come on! I'm a hundred times better looking than that shit! Ah, I can't accept this!”
Jealous screams emerged from the local men.
“Ah-choo!” Meanwhile, inhaling the scent of a woman elicits a violent sneeze from Gerald.
Immediately realizing that it was her own perfume that was wrong here, the girl turned a dead red, and began to shift her seat away from her.
But for Gerald, this unfortunate event was only the beginning.
He lowered his head to focus on his work.
Drip splash.
Suddenly, his nose caught fire—and then blood started dripping from him, dripping onto the papers in front of him.
He needs a tissue, now!
Restless with anxiety, he saw that the girl had turned away from him, her head placed on one hand wisely. However, his other hand quietly extended a packet of tissue towards him.
His face was similar to the sight of flames, flaming red.
As for Gerald, back then he wished there was nothing better than finding a hole to crawl into ...
… And then maybe he'll die there.