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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?

goodness they’d made it out of

How’s Mr Rye? Is he

and he’s still in the ICU ward—but thankfully his life is not

Who could be behind such savagery? I know… it

here!” the guy snapped at her, causing her to shut her

within sight of them.

he recognized that dashing

beaten up from that fiasco at the Emperor Karaoke Bar, it

‘Mr Rye’, he finally saw the

great Damien Rye himself. So that scoundrel

people—including that

vroom! Then, in a rumbling storm of engines, another fleet of a dozen

would naturally assume they were with Jake

More cars continued to follow from

stood to reason. Rye Group, under the Rye family, had long encroached upon Mayberry territory.

were a fierce gang of

powerful backers. No matter how hard anyone tried to cover things up, the events of that

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this whole incident, with the maiming of Damien Rye,

was how Damien himself would spin

Seeing all these powerful people gathering outside the hospital,

know them; but they don’t know me.” Gerald smiled wryly. “They’re just here to

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

look at them, Gerald turned to go. He

the latter would

forget to bring up that

Queta… interested in changing jobs?” he asked with

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

might be interested in investing in the kindergarten, and even providing me with training at

great!” Gerald

thoughtfulness of men is no match

community classes for people who were already working a job, or who

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

events. Sunnydale was

show her his own sincerity, so he promised that whenever he was free,

returned to his room

been an exhausting day. He fell asleep

any incidents. Gerald spent this time studying quietly in the

10 a.m., Gerald was attempting

fragrance wafted

smell of

a tall girl

as Gerald—research and revision were going on non-stop, and the place was packed to

had been occupying this spot

to get a little crowded

skin as fair as porcelain. Long hair cascaded

sit down next to some guy—but it was the only empty

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

gave him a little nod and a

the pages with the other… she was a mesmerizing

babe went

I’m a hundred times better looking than that turd! Ah, I

arose from the

of a woman elicited a great sneeze

her own perfume at fault here, the girl

unfortunate event

head to focus on his

Drip. Splat.

fire—and then blood began to trickle out

a tissue, right

upon one hand with discretion. Her other hand, however, surreptitiously extended

similar to a sight

for Gerald, right then he’d wish for nothing better than to find a hole

then maybe he’d just die

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the library a moment longer. Wiping the blood from

His life was over.

First off: That girl was simply

of goddess that average

fragrance she’d been wearing… so intoxicating,

that caliber most likely came from

of ordinary man could win her

himself, a wealthy fellow? Gah! How did

his head

had her head turned, and was presently looking out the very

then she hurriedly

decided not to keep staring at her,

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

wasn’t the way

realized that he wouldn’t be able to concentrate on

made a date with Queta to meet her for lunch at Sunnydale University, where she’d been taking professional courses the past couple of days. He hadn’t gone to

University, was located in the Mayberry University District—further proof of its

located too far apart. It took him roughly twenty minutes to get over

call, Queta was already waiting

a few pleasantries upon meeting each other

eat!” Gerald gave

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

all of

or family—no one to celebrate my birthday

is the

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

ask me out yesterday… So

one. Just share

her to pay today… and if this was really

Back when he used to run with Aiden Baker and his lot, he’d often hear about those big spenders going

but since Gerald had asked to come here, Queta voiced no

the day, there were already quite a few patrons within—all

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walked in, dressed

sight of them elicited disdainful scowls from many of the women

Smith? She came

group of four or five girls and guys entered as well. As they walked past the table where Gerald and Queta

as she greeted them, setting her food down and clutching her

a form-fitting little black dress

while the

should be fair to assume that these were Queta’s

teacher training courses at Gerald’s university too. You get

to qualify for other courses. Some were small-business

rich brats attended classes

were hoping to find a sugar

rest were like Queta—genuinely

hugged her shoulders, grinning at Queta with delight. Clearly, putting Queta

ago, one of the rich boys had raised the

the votes had been cast, the winner turned out

an acceptance speech for this honor, but Queta had so far paid no attention to their jibes

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, it’s still such a

Linda, and to make matters worse, she’d lost to

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

heavens, is this your treat? I’m guessing this guy’s your

to say it: the two of you

one of the guys with them pointed out, shaking his head. “It’s our class beauty Queta’s

said. Linda

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

any dinner—and that even for lunch, all she has is one bowl of plain rice. Here I thought she was just

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

from us. After all, we’ll still have to accompany Finn to Miss Liara’s birthday party afterwards.

like that, Queta bowed her head and kept silent. She didn’t eat another bite. A moment

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

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

been poor. Whenever his pride had been trampled on like that,

being attacked by those girls, Gerald had wanted to

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

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

he ought to ask Aiden to

Queta nodded vigorously.

me. I’ve got to go get something. I’ll be right back!” Gerald told her with a

was going to get her a

placed an order online with a dessert shop on

around a girl with sunglasses. They had all gone inside together and

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

Whatever.

was just close to Surati. It took him another fifteen minutes to secure the cake and then he headed

of students outside the restaurant. They were peering in through the

Something must have happened.

Miss Liara!

today and she doesn’t want to make too big a fuss over it—otherwise, that girl would

exactly did she

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

onlookers were all in heated discussion

Gerald pushed his way through the crowd, and got a great

were pulling Queta’s hair and holding her

sat imperiously before her, one leg crossed

face was red and raw,

Gerald roared. Charging in, he shoved away

rose to her feet. “I’ve searched high and low to no avail, but

that she’d opened her mouth to speak, Gerald

the woman he’d quarrelled with, that night

connections

right away because she was made up in a different

this have to come

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admitted there that night!” the young woman cackled. “I’ve been searching for the two of you so I

the punk who was bothering

that’s why we couldn’t track them down. You must be

men were posturing hopefully for

girl is one of my classmates. Her name is Queta Smith.

One moment they’d been welcoming Miss Liara, and the next, she was pointing at Queta and shrieking for someone to

then, Miss Liara slapped Queta right across

had been stupid enough to

scrambled to tell on the offending