Chapter 1322


    Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1322


    “As for you. How many times have I told you not to get involved with any of the Fairleighs? Knowing


    Seamus, who knows what he had in mind when you made that bet with him? It should’ve been clear as


    day that he wanted to cheat you! Had it not been for the savage running wild, you would’ve definitely


    lost the bet!” reprimanded the middle-aged man.


    To those who knew him, he was none other than the master of King Valley, Rupert Yateman. He was a


    father to two daughters, them being Yenny and Fleur Yateman.


    Being the younger daughter, Yenny had quite the bizarre attitude, and her personality was flippant as it


    was insincere. Fleur, on the other hand, was much more mature and stable-minded.


    Regardless, Rupert couldn’t help but feel irked this time. After all, the bet his daughter had made had


    cost the lives of seven of the King Valley’s most highly ranked masters.


    “All of you should know how covetously the Fairleighs have been eyeing us this entire time! With that in


    mind, everyone should be extra careful whenever they decide things! None of you should get involved


    with the Fairleighs, is that clear?” instructed Rupert.


    Following that, he then turned to look at his daughters before angrily adding, “As for you two, go back


    to your rooms! You’re grounded until further notice!”


    After the slightly pouting duo walked off to enter their rooms, Myles took a step forward and bowed


    before saying, “Greetings, master! This lowly one has a request!”


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    Frowning slightly, Rupert then asked, “Go on, what is it?”


    “Well, I know you’ve been recruiting martial arts masters from all over the world, master. With that in


    mind, allow me to introduce you to Mr. Crawford here! He’s the disciple of our benefactor back then!”


    introduced Myles.


    Upon hearing that, Rupert turned to look at Gerald before replying in an indifferent tone, “What


    benefactor?”


    “…You know, the one who… Well, back in the shantytown…” mumbled Myles.


    “Ah, so that’s what you’re talking about. So you’re telling me that he epted some disciple who just


    so happens to be proficient in martial arts?” replied Rupert while shaking his head.


    As someone who had been through a lot, Rupert could tell from a single nce that this young man


    was simply here to collect the grace from that year. Thinking about it, Rupert remembered wanting to


    offer the farmer money back then, though that man had declined. At the time, Rupert had wondered


    what kind of airs that farmer was putting on. To think that that man had been saving that request all this


    time till he eventually figured out what he wanted from Rupert.


    “Whatever the case is, just go tell the ountant and hand this boy fifty thousand- no, actually, give


    him a hundred thousand! With that, I hope the matter will be done and over with!” ordered Rupert as he


    furrowed his brows while waving for them to leave.


    ‘Hah! Martial artist… It’s obvious that he’s just some na?ve kid!’


    “To think that we came all the way here just to see a liar! Do you think you can just waltz into King


    Valley all willy-nilly? What do you think this ce is, boy?” said one of the rather extraordinary-looking


    elderly men in the room as the other old men present took turns shaking their heads with wry smiles on


    their faces.


    Raising a slight brow, Gerald could feel murderous intent building in his heart. If things were really


    going to proceed this way, then he wasn’t against taking the medicine by force.


    Seeing how displeased Gerald was, Myles quickly replied, “B-but master, Mr. Crawford isn’t here for


    money! Instead, he’s here in hopes of obtaining three rare medicinal herbs!”


    Now sighing in irritation, Rupert then responded, “Three rare medicinal herbs you say? What favor did


    that man even do for us to deserve that! Look, I’m getting really annoyed right now, so if you don’t


    leave with the money already, you’ll be going home empty-handed!”


    At that moment, a young servant fumbled into the room while shouting, “N-not good! Things aren’t


    looking good!”


    Watching as the boy fell to the ground, Rupert’s frown deepened as he asked, “What is it that’s gotten


    you into such a panic?”


    “I-it’s the master of Fairleigh Valley, master! He’s leading lots of people over, saying that it was our


    peoples’ fault for letting some undefeatable God of War on the loose! I’m not sure what they meant by


    that, but they’re iming that those from our valley caused the Fairleighs to suffer massive losses!


    They want us topensate them now, and if we don’t, they’re nning on barging in!” exined the


    servant.


    “…What?! Those utter b*stards!” roared Rupert in fury as he mmed both hands onto his table.


    “Gather our men immediately! I’m the dignified master of King Valley! Who do those Fairleighs think


    they are just doing as they please here?!”