The Invisible Rich Man's
Chapter 403
"Excuse me, miss!" The servant in the lead smiled at Leila, who was staring with her mouth wide open as a party was placed on the table in front of Gerald.
"Huh? What's?" Leila stuttered for a moment, then exclaimed, “Hey, hey, hey! There must have been a mistake—you got the wrong table!”
Does anyone know that it is a luxury food that is worth a little money—at least five hundred dollars or more—and it is meant for Gerald?
Leila had always insulted him as a nameless man. One time, she found out that their father had arranged for them to get married, and that made her a laughing stock.
“Hei, Leila! Somewhere on a farm far away, your fiance is waiting for you!” He could still see that mocking grin clearly in his mind.
It was the greatest source of misery in his life. He never talked about it, but it was always on his mind. As a symbol of his contempt, he really hated Gerald Crawford.
However, Gerald is eating very well now ...
“How can there be any error? Mr Crawford here ordered our most expensive menu, prepared by the hands of a master chef from France! It costs a thousand dollars! ” The waiter offered a bright smile again, then bowed to Gerald, and left him to eat.
"What's? Thousand dollars!" Leila stood up dumbfounded. Never had he enjoyed such a luxury!
“Gerald, what are you doing? No one is poorer than you, yet you burn money like anyone's business? Are you out of your mind? Have you ever thought about taking that thousand dollars and doing something useful with it?” Leila smelled it with acid.
"That's right, that's right," Douglas joined. "Poor people like to act like they have money to spend! Who am I, and who are you? My phone costs the same as the food you eat here! What just happened scared you?”
To be honest, here in Serene County, a five hundred dollar smartphone is an important status symbol—but Douglas is one step ahead: With his thousand dollar phone, the, it shows that he is really someone.
But now, it was nothing more than the price of a one-meal meal for Gerald. No one will accept this without comment.
“Gerald, not because we're trying to make you feel bad. But wouldn't it be better to take this money and buy yourself some nice clothes, or a decent phone, or maybe some kind of makeover ' only.. urgh!” Leila shook her head at him with disdain.
Bzz! Gerald's phone is vibrating. He pulled her out to catch a glimpse. It was an unknown number that called.
Leila and Douglas stared with eyes as wide as plates on the table.
Due to the awkwardness of the current situation, Gerald did not receive the call. Ending the connection, he tried to put the phone back in his pocket.
In the end, she was still Uncle Jung's daughter, and she shouldn't have offended him too much.
"Hold it there! Let me see that phone!” Confiscated by the sudden frenzy, Leila snatched it, and muttered, "This model, this ..."
“This is the latest model to enter the market, each four thousand five hundred dollars. This is your phone, Gerald?” Other than Leila and Douglas, even Cindy was shocked to see him.
“Haha, I borrowed it from a classmate! Just for looks, you know!” Gerald underestimated himself.
“Hmph! Tell me the truth, or else!" Cindy rolled her eyeballs at him. "Don't you think I can't say that this is yours?"
Leila could no longer speak, now.
How could this possibly happen? The man she hated so much... Does this mean all the men there were actually summoned here by him?
“Alright, all right..it's just a phone. You guys just drink there—you haven't eaten... How about I treat you all to French cuisine?” Gerald tried to change the topic with everything he had.
“Oh, that sounds good! I'm starving—and I've never held a French banquet for a thousand dollars before! Ha ha! This will be your gift, Gerald!”