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

Is he still in the Intensive Care Unit?” A dashing young

limbs, and he’s still in the ICU ward—but thankfully his

be behind such savagery? I know… it must

guy snapped at her, causing her to

sight of them. Why did

he recognized that

fiasco at the Emperor

discussion concerning a ‘Mr Rye’, he finally saw the

himself. So that

all these people—including that horrendous harpy—were from Rye

Then, in a rumbling storm of

would naturally assume they were with Jake

More cars continued to follow

Rye Group, under the Rye family, had

were a fierce gang

how hard anyone tried to cover things up, the events

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incident, with the maiming of Damien Rye, was guaranteed

was how Damien

powerful people gathering outside

don’t know me.” Gerald smiled wryly. “They’re

summoned a bunch of thugs!” Queta gave

turned to go. He drove Queta back to her

on Damien Rye, so the latter

way, Gerald didn’t forget to bring up that other matter, concerning a

interested in changing

position in Mayberry International. It wasn’t out of the cards to

have also been meaning 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!” Gerald

thoughtfulness of men is no match for the consideration

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

Queta signed up

agreeable turn of events. Sunnydale was on par with his own Mayberry University.

her his own sincerity, so he promised that whenever

finally returned

been an exhausting day. He fell asleep right

any incidents. Gerald spent this time studying quietly in the library. Summer break would

10 a.m., Gerald was attempting model questions in

fragrance wafted over from his

smell

found a tall girl taking the seat

like inside a university library—particularly star students such as Gerald—research and revision were going

this spot since 5.30 in

get a little crowded

with skin as fair as porcelain. Long hair cascaded down to

been her first choice to sit down next to some guy—but it was the only

all the guys had been eyeing on her since she came in, causing her to

gave him a little nod and a smile, then sat

with the other… she was a mesmerizing portrait to

that babe went

on! I’m a hundred times better looking than

arose from

scent of a

the girl flushed bright red, and began edging her chair

this unfortunate event

to

Drip. Splat.

sudden, his nose was on fire—and then blood began to trickle out from it, dripping onto

a tissue,

turned away from him, her head laid upon one hand with discretion. Her other hand, however, surreptitiously extended a pack of tissues

was similar to a sight of a wildfire, blazing

wish for nothing better than to find

and then maybe he’d just die

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a moment longer. Wiping

His life was over.

help himself! First off: That girl was simply fine as

average guys weren’t even

she’d been wearing… so intoxicating, his very

most

sort of ordinary man

a wealthy fellow? Gah!

his

had her head turned, and was presently looking out the very same window. She watched

eyes met—and then she

keep staring at her,

he had Mila, now. He 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 go falling for each

wasn’t the way of Gerald Crawford,

realized that he wouldn’t be able to concentrate on

University, where she’d been taking professional courses the past couple of

which, like Mayberry University, was located in the Mayberry University District—further proof

far apart. It took him roughly twenty minutes to

Having received his call, Queta was already waiting at

exchanged a few pleasantries

go eat!” Gerald gave her a

that, Gerald. Let it be my treat today!” Queta suddenly replied, with an air

all of a

used to have no friends or family—no one to celebrate my birthday with. Now I have you. You’ve

is the cafeteria okay

rich young heir. Although Queta already knew he wouldn’t cause a fuss over this, she felt

I see why you called to ask me out yesterday… So today was your birthday! You should have said something—I don’t even have a gift

need one. Just share a meal with

way, there was nothing more Gerald could add. Still, it was her birthday—he couldn’t actually allow her to pay today… and if this was really her

chose instead to go to Surati, a Western-styled restaurant in Sunnydale campus. Back when he used to run with Aiden Baker and his lot, he’d often hear about those big spenders going on

was a nice enough place. Pretty expensive, obviously, but since Gerald had asked to come here, Queta voiced no objections, and followed

hour of the day, there were already quite a few patrons

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and Gerald walked in,

from many

that Queta Smith? She

entered as well. As they walked past the table where Gerald and Queta were seated, some of them stopped in their tracks

blushed as she greeted them, setting her food down

and wore a form-fitting little black dress that only barely covered her

risqué fashions, while

should be fair to assume

at Gerald’s

rich brats who’d failed to qualify for other

brats attended classes

were hoping to find

were like Queta—genuinely here

Queta with delight. Clearly, putting Queta down like this made

two days ago, one of the rich boys had raised the topic in

it…but then, after the votes

had been joking invitations for her to come up front and present an acceptance speech for this honor, but Queta had so far paid no attention to their

never once lost to anyone in terms of looks. After all, wasn’t it said that the greatest cruelty to inflict upon a woman was to name another woman as being more beautiful than her? Even if they admitted it out loud,

to make matters worse, she’d lost to some penniless

a friend to lunch!” Queta wasn’t oblivious to Linda’s enmity towards her, so she only offered her a simple

your treat? I’m guessing this

Someone has to say it: the two of you are

and fruit juice,” one of the guys with them pointed out, shaking

Linda couldn’t

afford a cake! Looking at the two of them, I’m guessing she had to spend all of her life savings

how she never eats any dinner—and that even for lunch, all she has is one bowl of plain rice. Here

spoken her piece for the moment, Linda harrumphed, folded her arms, and

accompany Finn to Miss Liara’s birthday party afterwards. Isn’t that right,

bowed her head and kept silent. She didn’t eat another bite. A

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I’ve disgraced you too,” Queta wept. “I shouldn’t have come here, to a place like

today and she was spending it with her only friend in the world.

had once been poor. Whenever his pride had

was being attacked by those girls, Gerald

them from that point onwards? Anyway, he hadn’t really understood what was going on until the end, just as they were walking away,

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

to ask Aiden to help look

Queta nodded vigorously.

go get something. I’ll be

going to

he’d placed an order online

had encountered two dozen young men and women crowding around a girl with sunglasses. They had all gone inside together and

Linda girl mention something about someone’s birthday? That was

Whatever.

Surati. It took him another fifteen minutes to

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

Something must have happened.

girl must have pissed off Miss Liara! Really, now… of all the people to pick

Miss Liara’s birthday today and she doesn’t want to make too big a fuss over it—otherwise, that girl would be done

exactly did she

from before. Sad…she’s quite the beauty. This is gonna

in heated discussion

through

were pulling Queta’s hair and holding

woman sat imperiously before her, one leg crossed over the

was red and raw, as though she’d

Gerald roared. Charging in,

you…” The woman in charge here rose to her feet. “I’ve searched high and low to no avail,

she’d opened her mouth to speak, Gerald finally remembered who she

the woman he’d quarrelled with, that night at the

connections to

recognized her right away because she was made

come

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tell you…otherwise, you would’ve been admitted there that night!” the young woman cackled. “I’ve been searching for the

Liara, is this the punk who

a couple of losers. And here I thought it might be someone special and that’s why we couldn’t track them down. You must be tired of being alive, huh? Trying to start something

posturing hopefully

of my classmates. Her name is Queta Smith. That guy

moment they’d been welcoming Miss Liara, and the next, she was

then, Miss Liara slapped Queta right

enough to

with excitement, Linda scrambled to