Chapter 305


    Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 305


    Gerald couldn’t remain in the library a moment longer. Wiping the blood from his nose, he promptly fled


    the scene.


    His life was over.


    He couldn’t even help himself! First off: That girl was simply fine as hell! What a body!


    She was the sort of goddess that average guys weren’t even allowed to dream about.


    And that fragrance she’d been wearing… so intoxicating, his very nose had been aroused.


    Sigh. A beauty of that caliber most likely came from a wealthy background.


    What sort of ordinary man could win her attention?


    Hold on! Wasn’t he, himself, a wealthy fellow? Gah! How did he keep forgetting about this?


    Gerald shook his head wryly.


    He tried to peek into the library through a window—but by some strange coincidence, that girl had her


    head turned, and was presently looking out the very same window. She watched him curiously.


    Their eyes met—and then she hurriedly dropped her gaze.


    Gerald decided not to keep staring at her, either.


    With a guilty little start, he remembered that he had M, 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 very well go


    falling for each and every one of them!


    That wasn’t the way of Gerald Crawford, no.


    Fighting to suppress the surging tides of his heart, he realized that he wouldn’t be able to concentrate


    on his revision like this.


    It was almost noon. He’d 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 see her there yet.


    He drove over to Sunnydale which, like Mayberry University, was located in the Mayberry University


    District—further proof of its equivalent prestige.


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    Fortunately, this meant that the two campuses weren’t located too far apart. It took him roughly twenty


    minutes to get over there.


    “Gerald!” Having received his call, Queta was already waiting at the gates.


    They exchanged a few pleasantries upon meeting each other again.


    “Hop in, let’s go eat!” Gerald gave her a smile.


    “No need for that, Gerald. Let it be my treat today!” Queta suddenly replied, with an air of mystery.


    “Why this, all of a sudden?”


    “Well… today’s my birthday, you see.” Queta’s voice fell to a whisper. “I used to have no friends or


    family—no one to celebrate my birthday with. Now I have you. You’ve helped me with so much… this is


    the least I could do for you!”


    “It’s just that… Gerald, is the cafeteria okay with you?”


    At the end of the day, Gerald Crawford was a rich young heir. Although Queta already knew he


    wouldn’t cause a fuss over this, she feltpelled to ask nheless.


    Gerald scratched his head. “Now I see why you called to ask me out yesterday… So today was your


    birthday! You should have said something—I don’t even have a gift ready!”


    “I don’t need one. Just share a meal with me!”


    Since Queta put it that way, there was nothing more Gerald could add. Still, it was her birthday—he


    couldn’t actually allow her to pay today… and if this was really her first time ever celebrating it, they


    should be doing more than this.


    As such, Gerald chose instead to go to Surati, a Western-styled restaurant in Sunnydale campus. Back


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


    about this joint.


    It was a nice enough ce. Pretty expensive, obviously, but since Gerald had asked toe here,


    Queta voiced no objections, and followed him inside.


    ssic symphonies greeted them. At this hour of the day, there were already quite a few patrons within


    —all finely dressed kids from families rolling in dough.