The Invisible Rich Man's
Chapter 313
"Gerald, are you busy later?" Naomi asked, when Gerald received her call.
“Who, me? No, I'm not busy!" He sent Queta back to college. Once he was in class, he would obviously be free.
"Oh. I've found you some side income. A thousand dollars for a day's work. It's a simple job: Felicity needs a driver. I know you haven't hurt money lately, but a little extra scratching doesn't hurt, does it? What are you saying?" Naomi submitted the proposal carefully.
He knew he was just about to spend his windfall, but he spoke wisely as he was also aware that Gerald had become an image-conscious person. He even developed a taste for fine clothes!
But for all that, he was still a brother and nothing changed that between them.
To be honest, when Felicity's name came up, Gerald wanted to reject—at least because he knew Yvonne and Cassandra might as well be involved. It would be a crazy house, trapped among the chattering chickens.
However, she cannot force herself to reject Naomi's good intentions.
After a slight pause, Gerald nodded his head and agreed. It was all for Naomi.
"Good! First, I want you to come back here. We'll buy you some stuff and dress you up!” Naomi laughed happily on the phone.
Gerald sighed in despair and turned the car around.
As a prisoner of the girls, he was given an expensive suit and a pair of leather shoes, all of which he had to wear immediately.
It had to be said that Felicity, despite her indifference to all this time, had to admit to being a little blown away when she saw Gerald in that handsome outfit. He almost praised her, even…
But then she saw him carefully folding his old clothes, as if intending to carry them.
Oh, honey, it's still a loser.
"Yes, I understand." Gerald could only smile and nod.
"Oh? Gerald, is that your new phone?” Naomi had just seen what she was holding in her hand.
He's nodding. "Yes! Just got it a few days ago!”
“Wah, it looks so sweet! Pass here!” Yvonne peeked at the device, her interest piqued. Without waiting for permission, he grabbed and grabbed her.
One look at it, and he squealed. “Yeah... Felicity, Cassandra, look at this! This is the latest model, new to the market.it costs more than four thousand dollars! Gerald, is this yours?"
In fact, the most expensive smartphone he ever owned, he paid for it in installments, up to a total of a thousand dollars.
Gerald, the poor guy in their class, uses a phone that costs four times as much?
"No kidding!" Felicity flinched as she looked at him, detached from herself.
“Gerald, I don't know when you became the one who likes to show off—but for a guy like you to buy a phone like this, what do you think? Felicity is at the top of her game now and her phone only costs half of it! You're just a student with no steady income, so how can you splurge like this? How many times do I have to tell you?” This came from Cassandra, the counselor.
It was as if someone had stepped on his tail.
Just a moment ago, he lectured Gerald about a set of clothes worth several hundred dollars.and then he took out this four thousand dollar phone! Where did that leave him?
"Just right! Why did you get something so expensive? Are you trying to impress some rich kid? Some people don't have class. Don't you know, Gerald? Only poor people go for things like this, people with money only buy cheaper models!” After suffering some humiliation from this, Yvonne eagerly joined in the abuse.