Chapter 1049


    Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1049


    “The young master’s left the Logan Province hours ago! He’s already arrived at the ind!” reported


    one of Daryl’s many subordinates.


    “…Young master? What sort of young master, dad?” said Dn, baffled.


    “Haha! You’ll know once he arrives,” replied Daryl as he shook his head with a bitter smile on his face.


    “…Speak of the devil…” added Daryl as he raised his head to look out of the hall.


    Hearing that, everyone turned to look in the direction Daryl was staring at. Walking toward them from


    the main square, was a young man donning a ck suit.


    As soon as he got close enough, all the previous subordinates—who were still standing by the door—


    bowed respectfully as they greeted, “Young master!”


    “G-Gerald!” shouted both Dn and Jessica in unison.


    While Dn’s lips twitched, overjoyed, Jessica herself was so moved that she ended up covering her


    mouth. As for the rest of the Crawfords, all of them stared at Gerald, excitement building within them.


    “It’s been a year, mom… Dad… Sister… I’m finally back!” announced Gerald as he knelt by his father’s


    side.


    “…That’s… I’m… I’m so d that you’re back… It’s been a whole year… And I… I even thought that


    you had…”


    Unable to hold back her tears anymore, Yulia wailed as she finally got confirmation that her son was


    still alive and well.


    “How… How absolutely marvelous! To think that my son would end up bing even more promising,


    mature, and strong throughout your disappearance! It’s fantastic…!” added Dn who was now crying


    as well.


    After wiping his parents’ tears away, Gerald turned to look at Daryl before saying, “It appears that at


    longst, I’ve finally lived up to your expectations, grandpa…”


    “Indeed you have, Gerald. I can sense that your aura is several times stronger than before as well.


    Your innate condition is so much better than mine…” replied the old man before turning to look at Kort.


    “That scoundrel over there pressured you so muchst year that you ended up in a pretty tight spot,


    correct? Go ahead and take your revenge on him today. Make sure not to go easy on him!” added


    Daryl with a smile.


    “Oh, but of course I will! All our past grudges will be settled once and for all today!” replied Gerald as he


    stood up to look at Kort.


    “So it was you, Gerald… Tell me, are you the one responsible for capturing Jett?” asked Kort as he


    gritted his teeth.


    “Yeah, that was me. I left him in the Poisonous Mosquito Valley where he promptly got eaten alive by


    millions of mosquitoes swarming him. I made sure that no bones or remains were left, so I’m sure it


    must’ve been difficult to track him down,” replied Gerald.


    “What?! You… I truly regret not killing you long ago, Gerald! Now that you’ve admitted to killing two of


    my sons, I’m ending you today no matter what! I’ll avenge my boys if it’s thest thing I do!” roared Kort


    as he leaped into the air, ready to pounce on Gerald!RêAdt??St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only


    Kort’s inner strength was powerful and overbearing, which matched his temperament well. However, no


    matter how strong he was, at the end of the day, he was just a regr powerful champion.


    Though Gerald had been terrified of him just a year ago—as he was with anyone from the Moldell


    family—Kort was nothing but a trivial person to him now.


    Mimicking Kort, Gerald leaped into the air as well, but he was faster and had more control.


    The moment Gerald’s fist collided with, Kort’s stomach, everyone watched in amazement as Kort’s


    body was flung backward! Crashing into a stone pir, Kort’s body fell to the ground as a deep indent in


    the middle of the pir revealed itself.


    “W-what immense inner strength! Now I see how you did all that to my family!” scowled Kort as his old


    face scrunched up in disbelief.


    As Kort readied himself tounch another attack, Dn—who was now filled with both excitement and


    pride—turned to look at his father before asking, “Did you teach him that, dad? When did Gerald


    be this powerful?”


    “Haha… Well, I only taught him half of what he knows,” replied Daryl with a slightly bitter smile as he


    shook his head.


    Dn himself continued watching his son’s fight in delight.