Chapter 312


    Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 312


    It had barely been an hour since that catastrophe.


    Gerald didn’t want to talk about it in front of Felicity and the rest, so after greeting Naomi, he hurried


    Queta away.


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    “Hot d*mn, holy cow!” Yvonne eximed in frustration. “That Gerald has some guts, huh? Felicity and


    the counselor are both here, but he didn’t even say a quick hello to them? Youdies saw it, too! He


    completely ignored us!”


    To herself, Yvonne thought about how someone like Gerald ought to show someone like her only the


    utmost courtesy and always mind his manners.


    Instead, he’d snubbed them! Yvonne wouldn’t stand for it.


    Neither Felicity nor Cassandra could believe how Gerald had treated them, either.


    They hadn’t greeted him, but he hadn’t greeted them, either. He’d grown some balls.


    “Hmph! Loser! I couldn’t care less!” Felicity huffed.


    “Alright, alright…leave Gerald alone, now.” Naomi tried to salvage the situation. “I noticed he was in a


    bad mood just now. Something’s probably happened and he was too preupied to say hi, that’s all.”


    “You don’t have to defend that person, Naomi. He’s free to do as he pleases. Hmph! Anyway, we’re


    going to Wayfair Mountain Entertainmentter—we’d best hurry home and try on our new clothes! Isn’t


    that right, Felicity?”


    Remembering that they’d be making a trip to that wonderful Wayfair Mountain Entertainment as soon


    as today, nothing could bring Yvonne down right now.


    Felicity’spany superiors were having a friendly gathering at the vi. Since their top personality


    Felicity was one of Mayberry’s own, she was naturally entitled to bring a few guests along.


    Now that Exceptional Live had risen to be a national-level media tform, they were worth a lot


    more these days. That meant betterpany vacations in nicer spots!


    Suddenly, Naomi’s phone rang. She took the call, grunted in acknowledgement a couple of times, and


    then hung up.


    Anxiously, she reported, “Felicity, that was the car rental service. Their driver has just left on urgent


    business and all their other drivers are at some wedding function, so there isn’t anyone to drive the


    Mercedes-Benz G-500 we reserved! They’ve asked if we’d be able to find our own driver!”


    “What! The driver dumped us? D*mn it! It’s just one thing after another…” Felicity was fuming. “How am


    I supposed to find a driverst-minute to take us there? Anyway, I always hand-pick my drivers—they


    have to be good-looking! Every detail counts when going for an event like this!”


    Really! Why did everything have to be soplicated?


    “That’s right! Among us, only the counselor can drive, but as she’s going as a guest of honor, that’s out


    of the question!” Yvonne squealed. “Anyway, we can’t ask the counselor to serve as our driver!”


    “Oh, I’ve just remembered that Gerald has a driving licence! He could do it!” Naomi eximed. “Shall


    we ask him to be our driver, then? He’s even been to that vi before!”


    The truth was that Naomi was serving a personal agenda of her own here.


    Previously, Gerald had really borne the appearance of someone who’d suddenly struck it rich, indulging


    in luxuries left and right. After a while, however, he’d gone right back to ground.


    His ssmates believed that he’d splurged it all away, and that was the end of it.


    However, that brief period in the limelight had also left Gerald with a nasty preupation with


    appearances.


    Naomi hadn’t failed to notice this.


    She was asking him to be their driver now because she knew that Felicity hadmissioned their


    previous driver for nearly a thousand dors.


    A thousand bucks for an afternoon’s work. It was a lovely arrangement.


    Yvonne was the first to protest. “No, no way! Naomi, didn’t you hear what Felicity said? We need a


    good-looking driver, not some crass dork like Gerald! Forget about it!”


    Felicity, however, arched one eyebrow and murmured, “Hmm…I actually think Naomi’s suggestion has


    some merit. Crass and dorky though he may be, Gerald has a certain innocence about him which is


    rather refreshing. Mm-hmm…our old dorm-mate Xavia wasn’t entirely without taste. I’ll just need to give


    him a bit of a makeover and he might even do very well as our driver!”


    “Okay. Let’s give him a shot, then! He can drive, after all!” Cassandra raised no disagreement.


    “Alright. Naomi, give Gerald a call. Tell him I’d like him to be our driver!”