The Secretly Rich Man

Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 301

The moment that woman walked in, Gerald and everyone else immediately knew who Felicity’s patron was.

Cassandra McGregor!

“Counselor!” As shocked as everyone was, they greeted her warmly nevertheless.

This was a big deal! They’d only known Cassandra as a beauty queen with impossibly high standards, and never any boyfriends.

Who would’ve thought that she’d have something going on with a big-shot like Flynn Lexington?

Even more astounding was the reverence Flynn seemed to have for her.

It was truly befuddling!

Regarding the relationship between Felicity and Cassandra—it all started from that night, when Gerald rescued Cassandra from that newly opened bar.

That time, he’d sent her back with Flynn.

Whilst in the car Cassandra had discovered Gerald’s power bank which was left behind. With that giving her a heads up, she slowly started to realize that it might have been him behind her rescue.

Just as she headed back to get to the bottom of the matter, she ran into Felicity, who freshly came out after her latest recording.

It had startled Felicity too, seeing Cassandra step out from a Rolls Royce. She’d hurried over to ask if anything was the matter, and Cassandra had given her a brief rundown of the recent events. She also subtly mentioned about being the one to see about Mayberry affairs.

Since it was about Gerald, she’d then hurried back to ask about things.

All she got was what Flynn and Gerald had already arranged ahead of time, and it was enough for Cassandra to drop the matter.

However, that wasn’t the end of it.

Some time during last week, Cassandra and Felicity had gone shopping for cosmetics.

They ran into a spot of trouble when some drunken old tycoons sought to have a bit of sport with them. A frightened Cassandra called Flynn immediately, and Flynn had rushed to the scene with a bunch of men to beat up the troublemakers.

What a thrill that had been for Cassandra. What more, it had garnered a new-found admiration from Felicity.

It felt really good to have someone powerful on your side!

And so, when this latest fiasco had happened today, Felicity had obviously called for Cassandra as soon as she could.

That was how things had ended up this way.

Sensing that Jake might yet have realized whom he was dealing with, Flynn leaned in and whispered a few things into his ear.

Color drained out of his face. He finally understood—this lady was not to be harassed by the likes of him!

Cassandra examined Felicity, and her eyes narrowed. “Did someone hit you? And you too, Blondie?”

Unbeknownst to Felicity, Cassandra had secretly been in contact with Ordinary Man. She owed a lot to Felicity for that.

“That’s right, Cassie!” Felicity huffed.

“Blast! Whoever did this… you go get him back!” Cassandra folded her arms.

Slap! Bam!

Felicity stepped up and smacked Jake right across his face. Rage flared in his eyes, but remembering what Flynn had just told him, he didn’t dare make so much as a peep.

As for Blondie, he smashed a beer bottle against the head of his assailant.

It felt good. Ahh, it felt good!

Those university students all thought so too.

There was nothing Jake could do about it either. Even if they broke his jaw and shoved him all his teeth, he’d still be owing them an apology. Even if they smeared a turd all over his shirt, he’d still have to lick it and call it delicious. That was how pathetic the position he was in at the moment.

Satisfied with how the situation had been resolved, Flynn took his leave.

Everything he’d done was for the sake of returning a favor with Gerald Crawford.

Yet he’d completely failed to notice that Gerald was sitting right there in the corner.

“Counselor, you’re so awesome!” everyone cheered enthusiastically. Toasts were raised in her name.

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Even Harper Sullivan joined in the merry-making.

Gerald could hardly stay out of it. “A toast to Cassandra!” he announced, raising a glass.

“Oho, so you were here, Gerald? It’s like you’re always there whenever something’s going on. I didn’t spot you earlier—where were you at?” Although Cassandra still held little regard for Gerald, through sheer force of habit—nevertheless, she was no longer as cold to him as she used to be, considering he’d helped her out before, in his own way.

“Ahaha, are you asking about him, counselor?” Yvonne cut in. “He’s been hiding in that corner the whole time! When Jake burst in here with all his guys, Blondie and the others stood up to them, but Gerald just sat there! Gosh, he’s more helpless than us ladies!”

Earlier, when she’d slipped away, she also happened to pass by where Gerald was seated, and had noticed him there.

“That’s right! Anyway, were you really expecting this guy to be any help in a fight?”

“Now, I’m sure Gerald would have stood along with everyone… it’s just that his knees were too weak from fear, ahahaha!”

Several girls sniggered, their voices filled with mockery.

Cassandra watched as Gerald only shook his head and sighed helplessly. She sipped to his toast.

“I’m going to the washroom!” Deluged with insults, there was no way for Gerald to respond. Certainly, he’d been of no help at all today. His only option was to flee.

“Hahaha, he literally pissed himself!”

“Goodness me… I’d rather die than have a boyfriend like Gerald!”

“Pfft, and what girl would be interested in a guy like him?”

Annoyed, Felicity changed the subject. “Gosh, enough already about that guy! Oh, right—counselor, when I called you earlier this afternoon, you said you wouldn’t be free to hang out. Did you have something else going on?”

“Oh, I had an errand to run, things to buy and stuff. If it wasn’t because Flynn was busy himself as well, I’d have sent him along to watch over you girls. Sadly, that matter really took him a while to settle—in fact, half of Mayberry is in an uproar over it!”

“Oh? What happened?” Everyone’s interest was piqued.

“How come I haven’t seen anything on the news?” someone exclaimed.

“Don’t be stupid. It’s too big to talk about in public. Flynn wouldn’t tell me any details either, but something seems to have happened at Scothow Elementary, and it’s got major players like Zack Lyle and Michael Zeke involved, as well as a bunch of other notable businessmen. They’ve sealed off the road outside the school, cordoned off by nearly a hundred cars!”

“My god!”

“No way!”

Everyone was in disbelief.

Meanwhile, Gerald was just leaving through the door. Overhearing this bit, he shook his head again. He had no clue what that was all about, either.

Some people you don’t care about, but they get something good out of you anyway.

Some people you want to help, but end up harming instead.

It wasn’t yet time to reveal his true status, and Gerald really, really didn’t want that to become public knowledge in any event. Sometimes, this made things rather complicated and difficult.

It seemed that from now on, he ought to keep a low profile, and stay out of matters which didn’t concern him!

He’d just mind his own business, and finish his studies quickly and quietly.

Just then, his handphone rang. It was Queta Smith calling.

He ducked into the washroom and took the call.

“Gerald, are you busy right now?”

“Not at all. What’s up?”

“It’s Yasmin,” Queta whispered. “She said she’s not feeling well again. I just checked her temperature—she’s got a high fever. She needs to go to the hospital!”

Gerald knew that for her to call him directly meant that she really needed his help. She was probably tight on cash at the moment, otherwise she wouldn’t be bringing this matter to him.

He’d have to help Queta find a better job soon. Rather than to give a man a fish… better to teach the man how to fish, right?

Worried for Yasmin, Gerald didn’t dare delay any longer. Leaving with a quick goodbye, he drove over to fetch both girls to the hospital.

It was the middle of the night, but surprisingly there were quite a few people here to see the doctor. Holding Yasmin in his arms, Gerald lined up behind them.

Just as their turn was about to arrive, a woman suddenly stepped in front of him.

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A young woman suddenly cut right in front of them, without a word, displaying not the slightest bit of regard for others.

Gerald was not in the mood for this. “Miss, don’t you find this a little rude?”

The woman ignored him.

“That’s right! My teacher says you can’t cut in a queue!” Yasmin exclaimed with a frown.

“Bah!” The woman turned around and snapped, “So I cut in front of you, so what? What can you do about it? All bark and no bite!”

One could see she was around twenty-one, with a fair complexion and a pretty face—and dressed in such a way as to leave little to the imagination.

However, her stuck-up attitude only pissed Gerald off to look at her.

“You’re the one barking!” At the limits of his patience, he snapped off a harsh reply.

“What did you say to me? Just wait right here—I’ll have somebody cut you down to size!” Shrieking and swearing as though she’d suddenly gone mad, the woman was pulled away by several bystanders.

Finally, she left in a huff.

Well, that came out of nowhere. Brushing it off mind, Gerald got back in line.

“Sir, maybe you shouldn’t have done that. That woman seemed like trouble!” A pretty young nurse whispered this as she was ushering some patients in. “She was here earlier this afternoon to visit one of our patients—someone of note—and she came with a whole train of fancy cars! I wouldn’t underestimate her clout, you know? Hurry on in—and no more trouble!”

Clearly, she’d started it! Well, the nurse meant well… Gerald made no further remark.

“Let’s not fuss over it, Gerald,” Queta agreed. “We’ll just wrap it here and leave immediately!”

So Gerald brought Yasmin in to see the doctor. It turned out to be nothing alarming—just a common cold—and some medicine was prescribed.

Queta was visibly relieved, and they left the hospital together.

As they arrived at the entrance, glossy black cars suddenly rolled up, one after another… at least a dozen in total. A massive group of well-dressed people got out and headed inside.

When she saw the woman who emerged from the car in the middle, Queta quaked with fear. It was that woman who’d cut in line earlier, starting off a spat with Gerald.

Had she really returned to cause trouble for them?

it out of there

it. How’s Mr Rye? Is he still in the Intensive Care Unit?”

nodded. “Yeah. He’s suffered terrible bone fractures in all four limbs, and he’s still in the ICU ward—but thankfully his life

behind such savagery? I

snapped at her, causing her to shut her

within sight of them. Why did

that

fiasco at the Emperor Karaoke Bar,

‘Mr Rye’, he finally saw the picture

Damien Rye himself. So that scoundrel had

that all these people—including

of engines, another fleet of

naturally assume they were

them. More

Rye family, had long encroached upon Mayberry territory. Their roots

fierce gang

Rye was guaranteed to have powerful backers. No matter how hard anyone tried to cover things

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the maiming of Damien Rye, was

question was how Damien himself would spin

powerful people gathering outside the hospital,

smiled wryly.

thought that woman had summoned a bunch of thugs!” Queta gave a long sigh

one last look at them, Gerald turned to go. He drove Queta back to her

on Damien Rye, so the latter

the way, Gerald didn’t forget to bring up that

interested in changing jobs?”

her pick of any position in Mayberry International. It wasn’t out of the cards to just build a

to ask you about this…” Queta replied. “Today, Manager Thornton told me that they might be interested in investing in the kindergarten, and even providing me with training

great!”

at times the thoughtfulness of men is no match for

for people who were already working a job, or who had never received

before—about getting Queta signed up for such classes—but he’d just never found the

was on par with his own Mayberry University. Everyone

he promised that whenever

off, he finally returned to his room

exhausting day. He fell

time studying quietly in the

Gerald was attempting model

wafted over

smell of

found a tall girl taking the seat beside

library—particularly star students such as Gerald—research and revision were going on non-stop, and the place

this spot since

get a

and statuesque, with skin as fair as porcelain. Long hair cascaded down to

to sit down next to some guy—but it was

her to feel

a little nod and a smile, then sat

turning the pages with the other…

went and

hundred times better looking than that

cries arose from the local

the scent of a woman

fault here, the girl flushed bright

Gerald, this unfortunate event was

lowered his head to focus

Drip. Splat.

blood began to trickle out from it, dripping onto the

needed a tissue, right

he saw that the girl had turned away from him, her head laid upon one hand with discretion. Her other hand, however, surreptitiously extended a pack of

was similar to a sight of a wildfire,

then he’d wish for nothing better than to

maybe he’d just

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a moment longer. Wiping the blood from his nose,

His life was over.

couldn’t even help himself! First off: That girl was simply fine as hell!

that average

fragrance she’d been wearing… so intoxicating, his

that caliber most likely came from

ordinary man could

he, himself, a wealthy fellow? Gah! How did he keep forgetting

shook his head

window—but by some strange coincidence, that girl had her head turned, and was presently looking out the very same window.

met—and then she

not to keep staring at her,

shouldn’t be ogling at other chicks like this. Anyways, there would always be a pretty girl around the next corner—he couldn’t very well

the way of Gerald

he realized that he

where she’d been taking professional courses

like Mayberry University, was located in the Mayberry

that the two campuses weren’t located too far apart. It took him roughly twenty minutes

his call, Queta was already

a few pleasantries upon

in, let’s go eat!” Gerald gave her

for that, Gerald. Let it be my treat today!” Queta

this, all of a

to a whisper. “I used to have no friends or family—no one to celebrate my birthday

just that… Gerald, is the cafeteria okay

heir. Although Queta already knew he

ask me out yesterday… So today was your

one. Just share a meal

her to pay today… and

Sunnydale campus. Back when he used to run with

enough place. Pretty expensive, obviously, but since Gerald had

the day, there were already quite a few patrons within—all finely dressed kids from

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walked

elicited disdainful scowls from many of the women in

that Queta Smith? She came here, to

they walked past the table where Gerald and Queta were seated,

Queta blushed as she greeted them, setting her food

fetchingly made-up and wore a form-fitting little black dress that only

risqué fashions, while the guys had piercings which announced their

fair to assume

Gerald’s university too. You get all

qualify for other courses. Some were small-business entrepreneurs.

classes mainly to

things there were hoping to find a sugar

Queta—genuinely

with delight. Clearly, putting

when classes first began two days ago, one of the rich boys had raised the topic in class as

after the votes had been cast, the winner turned out to

for this honor, but Queta had so far paid no attention to their

After all, wasn’t it said that the greatest cruelty to

it was for Linda, and to make

Queta wasn’t oblivious to Linda’s enmity towards her, so she only offered her

is this your treat? I’m guessing

of the girls joined in. “Ahahaha! Someone has to say it: the two of you are a perfect

guys with them pointed out, shaking his head. “It’s our class beauty Queta’s birthday today, let her enjoy herself. Stop causing a

said. Linda

the bare minimum here! Someone’s celebrating her birthday, but I bet they can’t even afford a cake! Looking at the two of them, I’m guessing she had to spend all of her life

shan’t interrupt you any further. No wonder Queta’s neighbors were talking about how she never eats any dinner—and that even for lunch, all she has is one bowl of plain rice. Here I thought she was just watching her figure, but I guess she just doesn’t

the moment, Linda harrumphed,

Finn to Miss Liara’s birthday party afterwards. Isn’t that right, Finn?” Linda made a show of

kept silent. She didn’t eat another bite.

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too,” Queta wept. “I shouldn’t have come

her birthday today and she was spending it with her only friend in

once been poor. Whenever his pride had been trampled

Queta was being attacked by those girls, Gerald

suffer in class with them from that point onwards? Anyway, he hadn’t really understood what was going on until the end, just as they were walking away, and it’s not as though Gerald

over before you know it,” Gerald consoled her. “What you’ve got to do right now

he ought to ask Aiden to help

Queta nodded vigorously.

got to go get something. I’ll be right back!” Gerald told her with a smile, and then slipped

was going to get her a

placed an order online

two dozen young men and women crowding around a girl with sunglasses. They had all gone inside together and everyone was wearing the latest

didn’t have any interest in them. Perhaps he’d heard that Linda girl mention something about someone’s birthday? That was probably

Whatever.

just close to Surati. It took him another fifteen minutes to secure

was a massive crowd of students outside the restaurant. They were peering in through the entrance, with some even taking pictures on their

Something must have happened.

guess that girl must have pissed off Miss Liara! Really, now…

doesn’t want to make too big

what exactly did

was an old grudge from before. Sad…she’s quite the beauty. This is gonna

in heated discussion

way through

and holding her down on the

before her, one

and raw, as though she’d

her go!” Gerald roared. Charging in, he shoved away the girls

feet. “I’ve searched high and low to

to speak, Gerald finally remembered who

the woman he’d quarrelled

connections to

recognized her right away because she was made up

have to come to violence?” Gerald hollered in

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you escaped the hospital when you did, let me tell you…otherwise, you would’ve been admitted there that night!” the young woman cackled. “I’ve

this the punk who was bothering

that’s why we couldn’t track them down. You must be tired of being alive, huh? Trying to start

men were posturing hopefully for

my classmates. Her name is Queta Smith. That

was going on here. One moment they’d been welcoming Miss Liara, and the next, she was pointing at Queta

slapped Queta right across the

enough to draw Miss

with excitement, Linda scrambled to tell on