Chapter 1422


    Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1422


    What a truly amazing feeling…


    “…E-even if you beat me up, please let me go once you’re done…!” pleaded the past Gerald.


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    Since his beloved Xavia had now broken up with him, it truly seemed like he had nothing more to


    lose… And even if others were going to scold or beat him up, it’s not like he was going to have the


    ability to fight back or defend himself anyway!


    “By god!” muttered the future Gerald, unable to believe his past self.


    With one fluid movement, Gerald then poked his past self’s acupuncture point to shut him up. Sure


    enough, his past self instantly went unconscious after that!


    “You’re going to undergo aplete change of fate soon, buddy… I hope you won’t continue being a


    useless wimp like I had been right after my transformation! You’re a man, aren’t you? Start acting like


    one!” muttered Gerald to himself as he lifted his past self up, a wry smile on his face.


    The n was for him to hide his past self well, and once he did, he’d erase the past Gerald’s memories


    of the incident so that he could simply resume his life a weekter. Once that was done, the future


    Gerald would at least have one problem he didn’t have to worry about anymore.


    It was about half an hourter when the future Gerald sessfully reappeared, only this time he had


    traded clothes with his past self and he no longer held onto the snakeskin bag.


    Walking along the streets of his former campus, Gerald couldn’t help but feel nostalgic.


    Now wouldn’t it be great if he could just remain here… As long as he could do so, he didn’t even want


    to be a rich heir anymore…


    It wasn’t long before Gerald arrived at the milk tea shop. He had fond memories of this ce. After all,


    it was how he had first gotten acquainted with M back then. He could still remember how cute and


    adorable she looked at the time…


    A visible change in expression on his face, Gerald couldn’t help but think about how long both of them


    had been separated… Now that he was revisiting such a memorable ce, it was hard for him not to


    be sad as he remembered the good old days with her…


    Walking over to the counter, he then saw that the boss was the same old boss he used to know.


    “…Boss! A cup of milk tea, please!”


    “Coming right up!” said the boss as he instantly began preparing Gerald’s drink.


    Once he was done, he then added, “That’ll be eight dors, please!”


    Taking a banknote out of his pocket, Gerald then handed it to the boss before replying, “Thanks! Keep


    the change!”


    Just as he was about to leave with his drink, Gerald heard the boss shout, “…Hold it! What do you


    mean, keep the change? A cup of milk tea costs eight dors! You only gave me a banknote worth a


    single dor!”


    Immediately turning back to look at the boss—who was currently looking at Gerald like he was some


    kind of fool—Gerald took a peek at the banknote before realizing that the boss hadn’t been kidding.


    He had forgotten how poor he used to be!


    The current Gerald was so used to spending money in the billions that he wasn’t ustomed to regr


    banknotes anymore! With that in mind, he truly didn’t know what to do in his current situation!


    Since he didn’t have anything else inside his wallet, he quickly came to realize that he only had a dor


    as his savings! All he had was a dor?!


    As if that wasn’t already embarrassing enough, several other students—who were also present to buy


    milk tea—were already covering their mouths as theyughed at Gerald.


    Though none of them said a thing, their expressions alone suggested that they were saying, ‘This


    pathetic pauper is actually drinking milk tea too?!’


    “…Now hold on, are you honestly telling me that you don’t even have eight dors on you?” said the


    boss,pletely speechless.


    “…I… I don’t think I have that much…!” replied the embarrassed Gerald as he checked to see if any


    money had slipped into his pockets. To his dismay, he quickly realized that that dor truly was all that


    he had on him!


    “…What? So were you deliberately trying to make fun of me, then?! While a cup of milk tea isn’t much,


    I won’t just tolerate being told to keep the change after being given only a single dor! What exactly


    did you even mean by that, huh? Being so pretentious when you clearly don’t have the money! I’m


    warning you, don’t you even dare think about leaving if you don’t hand me the proper amount of money


    today! If I don’t get it by the end of the day, I’m bringing up this matter to the university!” dered the


    boss.


    Nowpletely at a loss for what to do as he continued getting ridiculed, he suddenly heard a sweet


    voice—from behind him—calling out, “Don’t make things difficult for him, boss! I’ll pay for the milk tea


    on his behalf!”


    The feminine voice was as clear and pleasant as an oriole, and a certain gentleness and elegance


    simply exuded from it.


    Upon hearing it, Gerald found himself trembling uncontrobly as his cup of milk tea instantly fell to the


    ground…