The Invisible Rich Man's

The Invisible Rich Man's
Chapter 575


"Could it be Uriah's car?" At that moment, a sizable crowd had gathered at the entrance.


Although Gerald had decided not to keep his identity secret anymore, he still felt ashamed to be noticed by so many people. It was difficult, to say the least, for Gerald to adapt to all the attention he suddenly received. After thinking about the situation, he decided not to drive to campus.


Instead, he turned the car around and parked it in a small forest nearby, just like he did back then. He then started walking to his campus.


"Gerald?"


At that moment, Gerald heard his name being called and he was shocked when he saw the girl in the petite uniform calling him.


The girl was just as surprised when she saw Gerald as well.


After a while, he grinned before saying, "Heh, what a coincidence that we met here!"


"Can you pass the Mayberry University entrance exam?" ask Gerald in return. He really did not expect to meet her here.


“Of course I did! What, you think someone with grades like me can't get into this university? Ha ha!" joked the girl while continuing to look at Gerald.


The girl is none other than Xavia's sister, Natasha Yorke. Since she is Xavia's ex-girlfriend, she has been acquainted with Natasha in the past.


His initial impression of him was that he was a person who liked to party. During her high school years, she often skipped her classes to go to the pub. He even got a tattoo on his arm and started smoking. She was basically a rebel and her value back then was not the prettiest either.


Back when he first came to visit Xavia in Mayberry, both Xavia and Gerald did not have much money. To ensure that Natasha will have fun, the two apply for a part-time job. It gets to the point where Xavia even asks Gerald to help Natasha with her homework.


However, the first thing Natasha said when she first met Gerald was, 'Hey sister, why did you find such a poor boyfriend? He is not rich, nor does he have a strong network. Absolutely joke!'


Gerald had decided not to fight him back then because he wanted to become a bigger person.


From that day on, Natasha constantly looked down on Gerald. Since she would usually visit Xavia during the holidays, both Natasha and Gerald were quite familiar as they sometimes met each other at such times.


"Yes, it's really a coincidence" Gerald said with a chuckle.


"Hey Nattie, who is this?" ask for feminine voice. A group of girls who seemed to be his friends were now standing near Natasha.


“Heh, he's my ex-sister! He's a total joke!” answer Natasya.


It is obvious that Xavia did not tell Natasha much about Gerald. Gerald himself did not want to extend the conversation with Natasha any longer than he should have. When he turned to leave, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.


Raising his head slightly, he asked, “Your brother. How's it going?”


Back then, Xavia couldn't stand the humiliation and she ended up dropping out of university. But, honestly, he was the one who asked for it. After all, he had crossed the Gerald line several times.


Even so, Gerald still felt a little guilty for ruining his future. What he had done seemed to be too harsh a punishment, now as he looked back.


Still, everyone has a choice. Who was he that forced him to choose him? This was the main reason why Gerald still felt guilty for what he did to her.


“Alright listen here, asshole! My sister did very well! Just wait and see, you will definitely get karmic for dumping my sister!” natasha said while pointing a fist at him. He seemed more excited than before.


“Ah, alright then!” gerald said before smiling gently and leaving.


As she watched him leave, Natasha's smile became even more arrogant than before.


"Tell Nattie, is that Gerald you're talking about?" whispered one of his friends into his ear.


“She, although I'm not the one looking for her. My sister is. I don't know how much he hurt her, but he must have finished for this time!” natasha said with a cold grin on her face.


He then pulled out his phone and started dialing the number.