Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 567
After picking everyone up, there were four people in the car as they headed for Fuenti. It took roughly around
twenty minutes for them to arrive at Sunny Springs.
Gerald really hadn’t expected to see such a huge crowd. Luxury cars continued to enter, one after another, and
several hawkers had congregated at Sunny Springs’s entrance. After all, this was their prime opportunity to make a
profit off the ever-growing crowd. Rather than a birthday celebration, it looked like an entire festival.
‘How lively!’ Gerald thought to himself.
A red carpet had been laid out from the entrance all the way to the hotel, and dozens of employees were rushing
around, busy welcoming any honored guests they could see.
If it weren’t for Zack, Gerald really wouldn’t have thought of hosting something on such a grand scale. It didn’t even
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtfeel like the event was to celebrate his birthday anymore.
“Christ, there’s so many people here! How did you even manage to make a reservation, Gerald? It’s impossible for
me to even imagine!” asked Lolita, still very puzzled.
“She’s right, sonny! Let’s just find a nice little diner to celebrate. Better yet, your momma could cook for us! It’s just
so crowded here and the food is so expensive!” exclaimed Mr. Winters.
“Don’t worry about any of that, we’ll still be celebrating here!” said Gerald with a chuckle.
Gerald knew that there was nothing to hide anymore. The celebration was made for him, and him alone. Just as
Gerald was about to explain himself, Francis and a few of his friends approached them.
“Grandpa? Grandma? What are you doing here?” asked Francis when he saw them.
“Ah, Francis! You didn’t tell us that your grandparents were coming! We could’ve told the employees to let them in.
We only got in because of our leader too!” said one of his friends.
Francis coughed before saying, “Just as you said, we’re only here because of our leader. It’s not like we’re here for
work, but could we even ask for something like that? Since my parents weren’t invited either, even they can only
hang out around this area!”
“Well, we’re here to celebrate Gerald’s birthday. Speaking of which, where are your parents now?” asked Mr.
Winters as he explained.
“Pfft! Gerald’s birthday? Then why are all of you even here? This entire place is reserved!” said Francis as he glared
at Gerald.
Francis knew how good-tempered his grandparents were. To him, Gerald had brought the two of them—who were
both obviously clueless—over despite knowing full well that the place had been fully reserved. It was as though
Gerald only wanted to embarrass him in front of his colleagues.
“Dad? Mom? What brings you two here?” asked Boss, his annoyance reflected in his tone. All of a sudden, the
entire family seemed to have gathered over to talk to them.
The other Winters had attended the event, knowing that it was a celebration for some powerful figure. Not only was
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmthe celebration being hosted in the exquisite Sunny Springs, several celebrities had also been invited over. This was
a prime chance for them to have some fun.
Aside from that, it was also the perfect opportunity for them to expand their network. This was the gist of why the
entire family was here.
“Humph, why else? Gerald brought them here!” huffed Francis as he explained the situation to the rest of his family.
“Hah! What a joke! Have a good look around you! As if someone like you could ever celebrate your birthday here!”
said Sandrilla as she chuckled, her arms crossed.
She thought that it was impossible for Gerald to reserve a table here. After all, if he had indeed managed to do so,
that would mean that he was even more powerful than her own daughter! There was just no way that that could
ever be true!
“Indeed! I thought that you’d just find some diner downtown to celebrate! Who would’ve thought that you would
instead come over to Fuenti? If we knew your plans, we would’ve brought mom and dad over ourselves! Who do
you even think you are?” added the third sister in law.