The Invisible Rich Man's
Chapter 402
For heaven! If it turns out to be true, Leila might be banging her head against a nearby wall.
But no, haha, that's impossible!
Leila turned around to signal for everyone in the car to come and join them, where she then shared with them what she had learned. Everyone was dumbstruck by the news that Louie had been exterminated. They stared in awe at the magnificent cars lined up along the road outside the karaoke bar.
"Look! Not Gerald?” Glancing around, Leila suddenly saw her at the Western restaurant next door, eating in a chair by the window.
For a moment, he doubted his own eyes.
“No way... no, but it's really him!” Douglas was equally astounded.
Everyone was convinced that Gerald was dead meat. Instead, he was in a nice restaurant nearby, sitting at their main table?
This. how.... what…
“Also Gerald's fine! Leila, maybe she's really telling the truth! Maybe all of these people actually came here to support him! Maybe Gerald is really friends with a lot of rich people!” Cindy seemed happy with this.
“No way, no way! I refuse to believe it!” Leila stomped her feet agitatedly. “Douglas, we're going there to finish this. By the way, can you believe that the bums can afford those fine dining classes? ”
Someone he despised so much, turned out to be someone so extraordinary? That would be a proper slap in the face!
"Really! Let's go over there! You, send the drunk ones home first! ” Douglas issued this command to one of the boys, ignoring the fact that he himself was not fully aware.
Earlier, some people had chugged a full bottle. Now the alcohol was gone, and some could no longer stand.
Douglas himself had quite a high tolerance—and after all, he couldn't bear to walk away from such an important affair, so he would just grit his teeth and bear it.
In the grip of a terrible rage, Leila stormed to the floor. “Gerald, did my eyes deceive me? So it really is you. Huh! You came to a place like this, but didn't order anything, just sat here.. Don't tell me you just got out of there, and just need a place to sit?”
He was a little worried—worried that Gerald might actually turn into someone rich and influential. However, now that he was standing on his desk, he could breathe a sigh of relief.
Most likely, he had only ducked here to seek shelter.
“Leila, maybe you don't know how exclusive this restaurant is. It is considered a first-class establishment, with their main branch based in Mayberry. Ordinary people generally don't dare to log in without permission—so you can barely find a safer hideout, Gerald! Ha ha ha!" Douglas added his own mocking comments to the mix.
Gerald just sat still.
Back in the karaoke room, when his bodyguards gave it to Louie and her grunts, Gerald had been watching for a while, but then lost interest.
Enough to teach that fool a lesson. There was no reason for him to wander around. That kind of thing is not his style.
After all, he had not eaten much for lunch before, so now he was starving, and was out foraging.
But after she ordered, and took a moment to reflect on how she would handle things from now on …
… Unexpectedly, Leila and the comrades returned to the battlefield.
Whatisthis? Didn't he get rid of them? Gerald couldn't even imagine how he explained himself now.
In the corner of his eyes, he saw six restaurant staff forming rows, food trays in their hands. And then, they started walking towards Gerald...