Chapter 1365
Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1365
“…What? She’s gone missing…?!” growled Queena in rage.
“P-please spare me, master…! She truly was still in her room earlier! While I did hear her talking to
someone earlier, I didn’t pay much attention to it since I simply assumed that she was talking to Hattie!
By the time I went in to check on her again, she was nowhere to be seen and Hattie was already in a
coma!”
As the servant had said before, Hattie was the personal maid that Queena had assigned for Jasmine,
and true to the servant’s words, the second Queena entered the room for herself, she found that
Jasmine really was absent and that Hattie was still lying in aa!
Following that, Queena closed her eyes slightly to concentrate on her surroundings.
A little whileter, she opened them again before coldly saying, “…From what I can tell, she was
rescued by others earlier. I believe they haven’t escaped too far, sounch an immediate search party
for them around the area!”
Shuddering with fear, everyone immediately obeyed, running off to fulfill Jasmine’s orders.
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Meanwhile, a slightly fearful Jasmine found herself by arge river as she continued trying to struggle
free from the random middle-aged man who had kidnapped her.
The strange-looking person had appeared in her room about half an hour ago, and without saying a
word, he had easily knocked Hattie out before bringing her all the way here at incredibly high speeds!
In fact, he had been so fast that throughout their journey to the riverside, Jasmine had felt like she was
flying!
Aside from Gerald and Queena, Jasmine hadn’t seen anyone this capable, and that was honestly what
scared Jasmine the most. The fact that he had brought her to somerge river that was surrounded by
tall trees only served to increase her terror.
“Please, just let me free… Who even are you…?” asked the frightened Jasmine.
“Is there even a need to ask? I’m clearly the one saving you!” replied the middle-aged man with a faint
smile.
“…Do you know Gerald? Was he the one who told you toe save me?” asked Jasmine, not
knowing who else could be acquainted with such an exceptional person other than Gerald.
“…In a way. Regardless, even if he hadn’t told me to save you, I’d still have done so!” said the slightly
hunchbacked man—who had also been carrying an odd,rge bag on his back this entire time—as he
shed a slightly bitter smile.
Though his scar-filled face—that also littered with burn marks—would strike fear in just about anyone,
the second Jasmine heard what he said, she was instantly filled with joy.
“So you really do know Gerald! Where is he now? Why didn’t hee over to save me himself?” asked
Jasmine, hints of anxiousness in her voice.
“He’s been with me for a while, and he’s currently busy dealing with something important. Regardless,
since you know Gerald well, I’m sure you’re well aware that he has a soft spot for you. With that in
mind, as long as you’re still locked up by that woman, he won’t be able to eat or sleep well!” exined
the middle-aged man.
Upon hearing that, Jasmine found herself overflowing with joy. So she was still significant to him! Well,
maybe not significant, but at the very least, he was still worried for her!
It was at that moment that Jasmine realized that she didn’t yearn for much. After all, all it took for her to
be satisfied was for Gerald to show concern about her, just like he currently was.
“…Hold on, you told me that even if Gerald hadn’t told you to save me, you’d still have done so. Why is
that, sir?” asked Jasmine, feeling slightly bewildered.
For some odd reason, Jasmine now felt that the middle-aged man wasn’t as frightening as he had been
before. While it probably had something to do with their brief conversation earlier, she felt that it was
also because she was finally able to have a proper look at his eyes.
His gaze—whenever he looked at her—seemed particrly gentle, and anyone who saw it would be
prompted to behave more friendly toward him.
“You truly do resemble your aunt, Jasmine! Like two peas in a pod! Actually, scratch that. You resemble
Queta even more!” replied the man with a slight chuckle.
“…You… You know my name…? Actually, hold on, you even know who my aunt and cousin are?
Who… Who exactly are you…?” asked the puzzled Jasmine.
“But of course I know who all of you are! Hell, it wouldn’t be a stretch for me to say that I know more
about the Fendersons than you do!” said the man with a bitter smile before revealing a photograph that
had been hidden under his sleeve… It was a photograph of Queta.
Being an extremely smart woman, the shocked Jasmine found herself carefully observing the middle-
aged man’s eyes. Eventually, it hit her.
No wonder he felt so familiar… Not only did his eyes resemble Gerald’s, but the shape of their faces
were simr as well!