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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 500
“Fine! Alright, I’m the one wrong here! Just relax already!” shouted Leila who was so aggrieved that she was
already on the brink of tears.
No one had ever scolded her like this and when she heard Gerald cursing at her, she felt as though she had done
something terribly wrong. She immediately started blaming herself for it.
It didn’t take much longer for her tears to start flowing down her cheeks.
She just wasn’t used to so much self-reproach coupled with the shame of being scolded.
When Gerald saw her crying, he felt a slight pang of guilt in his heart. Maybe he had been a bit too rough on her.
After all, the main reason why he had shouted profanities at her was because Willie and Leia’s names struck a
nerve in him.
He softened his tone a little before saying, “I really need some rest, I’ve been up all night. I can hail a taxi for you if
you want!”
“I’m not leaving!” said Leia as she tried to stomp her hurt foot. Now it was her turn to start losing her temper.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe then slowly limped toward the Ofo bike that Gerald had parked before standing there with her arms crossed.
This girl…
Gerald wasn’t going to get any sleep at this rate! And it was too awkward for him to scold her a second time!
Gerald sighed as he considered her earlier suggestion to send her back on the bicycle.
“…Alright, fine. If you really don’t mind, I’ll give you a lift home with the bicycle,” said Gerald as he nodded in
resignation.
“Yes!” shouted Leila victoriously
She sat on the bicycle’s back seat and held on to Gerald’s clothes with one hand.
“I never knew that you knew how to ride a bicycle, Gerald! I still don’t know how to cycle yet!” said Leila.
“Heh, weren’t you the one who mocked me back then? Saying that only hillbillies rode bicycles? ” said Gerald with a
laugh.
“I…”
Leila blushed, remembering how Gerald used to ride a bicycle to her house when they were still kids.
Back then. It was Uncle Dylan who had brought Gerald to her house with his bicycle.
Now, it was her turn.
The funniest thing was, it was more comfortable than sitting in Douglas’ Sedan. She felt so perplexed!
Seeing her reactions from the side mirrors, Gerald was reminded of a saying.
It was better to cry in a BMW than to laugh on a bicycle.
To Gerald, the vehicle itself didn’t matter much. The important thing was who maneuvered it.
After chatting while cycling for a while, both of them eventually arrived at their destination.
Upon entering, Gerald was surprised that Willie Jung’s house was already very crowded even though it was just nine
in the morning.
Willie himself was sitting on one of the couches, his palms placed against his forehead. Something was definitely
worrying him.
The expression that Leia was making only solidified Gerald’s assumption.
Sitting opposite of Willie were a few middle-aged people, whom Gerald assumed were his colleagues. They seemed
to be trying to advise him on something.
Even that b*stard Douglas was there. Beside him, sat a middle-aged man that resembled Douglas a lot.
When he turned to look at Leila, she looked arguably more confused than he was.
After sticking around for a little while more, Gerald heard enough to somewhat make sense of what was happening.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmApparently, Willie had gotten himself into trouble again, and he didn’t even know what he had done wrong!
However, the more pressing issue was that he had been transferred to another department as a clerical section
chief! He was devastated.
“Um… Mom, dad, look who’s here!” said Leila at that moment.
Gerald was a different person now, so she held him in high regard.
“Heh, hey dad, look over there. That’s Gerald, the one I told you about before. Look how close he is to Leila! And
don’t let his appearance fool you, I saw him withdrawing ninety thousand dollars from the bank in cold hard cash
the other day! Guess there’s no reason for us to stay any longer! Not that we’re able to help Mr. Jung anyway. Let’s
go!” said Douglas as he glared at Gerald coldly while tugging his father’s sleeve.
“Alright, we’ll be taking our leave. You should be able to figure all of this out on your own, Mr. Jung,” said Douglas’s
father before getting up with a nod.
“Please don’t leave, Mr. Lindt! He’s no guest of ours, you are!”
Willie then turned to look at his daughter, his eyes fierce as a tiger’s. He glared at her like she was a total
disappointment before shouting angrily, “What were you thinking, Leila?! Why did you bring this son of a b*tch
home?!”
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