Chapter 1414


    Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1414


    Naturally, Gerald didn’t feel the need to give this group of people any face at all. After all, he wasn’t


    even well acquainted with any of them.


    La herself was now feeling exceedingly surprised. Finding it harder and harder to breathe by the


    second, she eventually managed to shout, “…G-Gerald…?!”


    While she hadn’t personally met up with him for the longest time, she had heard that he was now a


    very powerful person. With him having such a high social position, how could she ever dare to im


    that she once had ties with him? It was due to that, that the poor girl was shocked speechless the first


    few seconds she noticed that Gerald was present.


    While La didn’t even dare to say another word now, Westlyn, on the other hand, was now equally


    surprised as she was mad.


    “Good god! How absolutely frustrating! Is Wayfair Mountain Entertainment truly still the best mountain


    vi in Weston? After all, not only did they hire a blind waitress, but I guess any tom, dick, or harry can


    just enter this ce as they please now! I’ve not gone blind, have I?!”


    This was supposed to be a ce that symbolized a person’s power! The fact that even someone like


    Gerald could enter made Westlyn feel utterly insulted!


    “Yeah, how the hell did he get in anyway?” asked the other girls in the group who were all thinking the


    same thing.


    “Jerome, could you notify the leader of this ce so that he can drive this bumpkin out of here?” asked


    Westlyn.


    “No problem! A single word with the boss will be sufficient to drive this eyesore out of here, Westlyn!”


    scoffed the bespectacled guy from before as he fished his cell phone out with a nod.


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    While Jerome was still on the call, Gerald simplyughed before smiling bitterly as he said, “You’re


    actually trying to kick me out of this ce? Did I hear that wrong?”


    “You…! Just you wait, you piece of trash!” roared the vicious Westlyn.


    By then, Jerome had already ended the call, and he was now staring helplessly at both Gerald and


    Westlyn.


    “G-Gerald! I only ended up dropping my tray because they bumped into me earlier!” stuttered the


    terrified La as she instantly tried to exin the situation to him, hoping not to lose her job.


    “Oh, it’s quite alright. You wouldn’t have been in any trouble in the first ce, even if you had smashed


    the trays into their faces!” replied Gerald with a smile.


    “…You… How dare you?! Have you gone insane?! Did you actually just think of hitting me?!” roared the


    seething mad Westlyn.


    It was secondster when a middle-aged man—in his forties—could be seen running toward the group.


    By the time he was standing before them, his entire body was all sweaty and he was panting quite a


    bit. Even so, he quickly caught his breath before respectfully shouting, “M-Mr. Crawford!”


    Since Gerald hadn’t met this person before, he simply assumed that he was new to the vi. Though


    he didn’t really know what position the middle-aged man held, Gerald simply slid his hands into his


    pocket before saying, “We don’t wee people like them in here. Kick them out, please!”


    Upon hearing that, Westlyn and the others were instantly stunned. Was he actually giving orders to the


    chief executive officer here? This couldn’t be, right? By god!


    ncing for a brief moment at Gerald, the middle-aged man simply ignored his statement before


    turning to look at Jerome and respectfully shaking his hand while saying, “Didn’t you say that you’d only


    being over at noon, Mr. Crawford?”


    “My friends were all just a little antsy, that’s all. Besides, how could we possibly finish walking around


    Wayfair Mountain Entertainment if we start at noon? It’s simply too massive!” replied Jerome with a


    subtle smile.


    At that moment, all the girls suddenly burst outughing.


    “To think I was actually scared half to death just now!” shouted Westlyn in betweenughs as she


    patted her chest.


    “…Scared to death?” asked the middle-aged man, unsure as to what was going on.


    “Yeah! I mean, didn’t you hear him responding when you shouted Mr. Crawford’s name earlier? To think


    that that idiot actually thought you were talking to him! What more, he even ordered you to drive all of


    us out! Oh god, I think I’m going to dieughing!” shouted Westlyn as she clutched onto her belly.


    “I know right? Just look at him, being all pretentious! To think that we almost fell for it too!” scoffed one


    of the other girls as those from Westlyn’s group continuedughing.


    “…Indeed! And here I was wondering who this kid was! Interrupting me while I’m greeting Mr.


    Crawford… The nerve!” shouted Mr. Zealey coldly.