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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 404
Cindy giggled.
“Of course!”
Stony-faced, Leila snapped, “Cindy! Have you forgotten what you came here to ask about? And, and… weren’t you
so worried about Gerald, just a moment ago? Aren’t you curious why he’s unscathed?”
“Oh, right! Gosh, in my excitement I quite forgot. Gerald, tell us. How are you still in one piece? And are all those
guys outside your people?”
“Indeed… how am I still in one piece?” Gerald answered dumbly.
“We’re asking you!” Leila frowned, glaring at Gerald.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThen Gerald clapped a hand to his forehead. “Oh, I remember now. Just as I was about to come to blows with Louie,
the patrons from next door burst into the room, and maybe they had some kind of grudge against Louie, because
everyone started fighting on sight! In all that chaos, I managed to slip away.” Gerald finished with a laugh.
Leila was so mad that words failed her.
Gerald was obviously lying. Slipped away? Like, out of the karaoke bar… and into the restaurant next door, for a
spot of fine dining? Who’d believe you!
Ah, forget it! She was too angry now, too agitated!
“Why don’t the two of you stay for dinner, too? It’ll be my treat, okay?” Gerald said pleasantly to Leila.
To be honest, seeing the mouth-watering feast that had been served, Leila felt extraordinarily tempted. All girls are
gluttons, aren’t they?
But with the way things were between Gerald and her, how could she accept?
What about her pride?
“Hmph! No need—if we wanted to eat, we’d order something ourselves!” Folding her arms, Leila glanced towards
Douglas.
Oh, how she wanted to order something.
Douglas peeked into his wallet. A thousand bucks per pax… he’d started the night with a thousand five hundred on
each person. He’d picked up the tab for karaoke earlier, to the tune of a whopping one thousand and two hundred
dollars. There was no way he could afford to whip out another couple thousands for an impromptu feast…
His family held influence—but not so much affluence…
“Um, well… Perhaps next time, Leila. My treat! It’s just… I’ve had too much to drink tonight!”
“You…” Leila could also tell that it was beyond his means.
She sighed wretchedly. Douglas felt the same.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThey stood up to leave, but as they turned to go, they ended up knocking over a vase of flowers on a side table.
With a crash, the vase shattered on the floor.
Ah, crap! Douglas froze. A moment later, a waitress hurried into view, having heard the noise.
“Sir, this vase…” she began in a whisper.
“Just a bunch of lousy flowers, barely worth looking at. I’ll pay for them, alright? Here, one hundred. Is that
enough?” Fishing out a hundred-dollar bill, he slapped it down on the table.
How’s that for cool?
He glanced at his woman. “Leila, let’s get out of here!”
Swooning for him all of a sudden, Leila nodded submissively.
“Hold a moment, sir!”
“What’s the matter?”
“That was an artistic flower arrangement… Rather than a hundred dollars, it’s worth a thousand five hundred!” The
waitress declared with a smile.
Douglas was paralyzed on the spot. “What? A thousand five hundred?”
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