Chapter 404


    Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 404


    Cindy giggled.


    “Of course!”


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    Stony-faced, Le 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!” Le frowned, ring at Gerald.


    Then Gerald pped a hand to his forehead. “Oh, I remember now. Just as I was about toe 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 augh.


    Le 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 Le.


    To be honest, seeing the mouth-watering feast that had been served, Le felt extraordinarily tempted.


    All girls are gluttons, aren’t they?


    But with the way things were between Gerald and her, how could she ept?


    What about her pride?


    “Hmph! No need—if we wanted to eat, we’d order something ourselves!” Folding her arms, Le


    nced towards Dous.


    Oh, how she wanted to order something.


    Dous 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 dors. 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, Le. My treat! It’s just… I’ve had too much to drink tonight!”


    “You…” Le could also tell that it was beyond his means.


    She sighed wretchedly. Dous felt the same.


    They 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! Dous froze. A momentter, 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-dor bill, he pped it down on the table.


    How’s that for cool?


    He nced at his woman. “Le, let’s get out of here!”


    Swooning for him all of a sudden, Le nodded submissively.


    “Hold a moment, sir!”


    “What’s the matter?”


    “That was an artistic flower arrangement… Rather than a hundred dors, it’s worth a thousand five


    hundred!” The waitress dered with a smile.


    Dous was paralyzed on the spot. “What? A thousand five hundred?”