Chapter 403


    Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 403


    “Excuse me, miss!” The waitress in the lead smiled at Le, who stared with mouth gaping wide as a


    feast wasid out upon the table before Gerald.


    “Huh? What?” Le stuttered for a moment, then eximed, “Hey, hey, hey! There must be some


    mistake—you’ve got the wrong table!”


    Anyone could tell that it was a sumptuous meal worth a small fortune—at least five hundred dors or


    more—and it was meant for Gerald?


    Le had always held him in contempt as a man with nothing to his name. One time, she’d let slip that


    their fathers had been arranging for them to be married, and it had made her apleteughing


    stock.


    “Hey, Le! Somewhere on a far away farm, your fiancé’s waiting for you!” She could still see those


    mocking grins vividly at the back of her mind.


    It had been the greatest source of misery in her life. She never spoke of it, but it was always on her


    mind. As a symbol of her humiliation, she utterly despised Gerald Crawford.


    And yet, Gerald was eating so well right now…


    “How could there be any mistake? Mr Crawford here ordered our most expensive menu, prepared by


    the hand of a master chef from France! It costs a thousand dors in total!” The waitress offered her


    another sunny smile, then bowed to Gerald, and left him to his meal.


    “What? One thousand dors!” Le stood stunned. Never had she ever indulged in such luxury!


    “Gerald, what are you up to? No one’s poorer than you, and yet you’re burning money like nobody’s


    business… French cuisine? Are you out of your mind? Have you never thought about taking that one


    thousand bucks and doing something useful with it?” Le harangued him acidly.


    “That’s right, that’s right,” Dous joined in. “The poor sure like to act like they’ve got money to spend!


    Who am I, and who are you? My handphone costs as much as this meal you’re eating here! Did what


    happened just now scare the wits out of you?”


    Truth be told, here in Serene County, a five-hundred-dor smartphone was a substantial status symbol


    —but Dous was one step up: With his thousand-dor phone, it showed that he was really


    somebody.


    But now, it was nothing more than the price of one meal for Gerald. No one would take this without


    comment.


    “Gerald, it’s not that we’re trying to make you feel bad… But wouldn’t it be better to take this money


    and buy yourself some nice clothes, or a decent phone, or maybe some kind of makeover… Instead,


    you’re just… urgh!” Le shook her head at him in disgust.


    Compared to Dous, whether in terms of manners or intellect, Gerald fell far short.


    Bzzt! Gerald’s phone was vibrating. He pulled it out for a quick nce. It was an unknown number


    calling.


    Le and Dous stared with eyes as wide as the tes on the table.


    Due to the awkwardness of the current situation, Gerald didn’t take the call. Terminating the


    connection, he tried to shove the phone back into his pocket.


    At the end of the day, she was still Uncle Jung’s daughter, and he shouldn’t cause her too much


    offence.


    “Hold it right there! Let me see that phone!” Seized by a sudden frenzy, Le snatched it over, and


    murmured, “This model, it’s…”


    “It’s thetest model to hit the market, four thousand and five hundred dors apiece. This is your


    phone, Gerald?” Besides Le and Dous, even Cindy was shocked to see it.


    “Haha, I borrowed that from a ssmate! Just for appearances, you know!” Gerald disparaged himself.


    “Hmph! Tell the truth, or else!” Cindy rolled her eyes at him. “Don’t you think I can’t tell that this belongs


    to you?”


    Le was no longer able to speak, now.


    How could this be possible? The man she hated so… how could he be… Did this mean all those guys


    back there had truly been summoned here by him?


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    “Alright, alright… it’s just a phone. You guys were only drinking back there—you haven’t had anything


    to eat… How about I treat you all to some French cuisine?” Gerald attempted to change the topic with


    everything at his disposal.


    “Oh, that sounds good! I’m famished—and I’ve never had a thousand-dor French banquet before!


    Hahaha! This will be your treat, Gerald!”