Chapter 226


    Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 226


    Finn didn’t mind spending a thousand five to three thousand dors. He couldn’t spend more even if he


    wanted to anyway, let alone spend twelve thousand dors for a bouquet.


    She turned to look around, desperately wanting to avoid the mocking nces of the restaurant’s


    guests. Instead, all she saw was Gerald looking toward her. He seemed to be happily chatting away to


    that unsightly girlfriend of his.


    Without warning, Sara burst out in a fit of rage. She stood up and pointed directly at Gerald, who was at


    the VIP table, before screaming at him at the top of her lungs.


    “Damn it, Gerald! What are youughing at?!”


    That pathetic loser! What was so funny? Didn’t he reserve a VIP table just to act rad? How dare he


    laugh at her?


    “Huh? Who said I’mughing at you? I am just looking at the flowers. Why?? Does that bother you


    too?” replied Gerald in anger.


    Since he saw that Queta seemed to fancy those roses a lot, he asked her which ones she wanted. For


    that, he got one hell of a reprimand from Sara.


    “Oh, god! Are you actually interested in the roses? What makes you think you’re worthy of them?” Sara


    sneered.


    Gerald shook his head helplessly and said nothing after that.


    Instead, he snapped his fingers and motioned the waitress selling the flowers over to him.


    When she saw that her services were being required, the waitress smiled and eagerly pushed the cart


    over to Gerald.


    “How many roses are there?”


    “Sir? Are you asking about the number of roses in this cart?” the beautiful waitress asked in


    astonishment. “A total of one thousand and one roses, sir!” she went on enthusiastically.


    “One thousand and one roses. So, that should be about thirty thousand dors then?”


    “That would be about right, Sir. May I ask, Sir, what do you intend to do?” the waitress asked as she


    stared at Gerald with her eyes wide open.


    Queta, meanwhile, realized what Gerald was about to do. Indeed, she’d been staring at those


    Damascus roses for a while now.


    She remembered seeing them in her textbooks when she was young.


    A sudden and surprising turn of events today helped her finally see the magic of the Damascus rose.


    Having only seen the roses in pictures, she couldn’t help but stare at them in a daze.


    Gerald must be nning to buy all the roses since he could tell that she really wanted them.


    She was just about to dissuade him when it was already toote.


    Gerald had already taken out his bank card, and nonchntly, he said,


    “I’ll take all of them, and I’ll pay by card.”


    “Excuse me?”


    The waitress was stunned.


    Sara gulped in shock, feeling as though she had just been served a tight p on her face.


    This couldn’t be happening. Was that pathetic loser still ying rich?


    He had to be putting on an act. How could he possibly have that much money?


    However, the card’s sessful transaction’s unmistakable sound felt like countless ps pattering


    Sara’s face, one after the other.


    That was thirty thousand dors!


    Oh god. Gerald actually had more than thirty thousand dors, and he spent all of it as if it didn’t matter


    the slightest?


    “I will be sending these to your residence, and I’m sure they’ll find a ce in your beautiful home!”


    Gerald wasn’t even bothered to look at Sara’s shocked expression.


    Instead, he continued chatting with Queta as they enjoyed their meal together.


    Once they were done eating, they left the restaurant.


    Not even once did Gerald bother to look at Sara.


    Sara felt an awful pain in her after seeing Gerald ignoring herpletely. Copyright by N?v/elDrama.Org.


    Good god… a man she’d despised and looked down on all the while turned out to be filthy rich?


    What?!


    No. She had to figure it out!


    Snapping out of her stupor, Sara immediately chased after Gerald.


    However, all she saw was the rear end of the Lamborghini pulling away from the front of the restaurant.


    Where were Gerald and that girl he was with?


    “Isn’t that a luxury sports car? Oh, god, finally! I see somebody driving that thing. It seems as though


    the mysterious rich young man has already made an appearance. Why didn’t I approach him earlier? If


    only I was a step quicker, I would have seen who that rich and young man was. What a waste!”


    Sara stomped her feet anxiously. Once again, the boat had left the dock, and she missed the


    opportunity to meet the rich and young man.


    But then…


    Something seemed to cross Sara’s mind. She gasped in horror.


    No!


    Where was Gerald???