Ch. 1046..1050: The Secretly Rich Man Chapter 1046-1050

Chapter 1046

Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1046 “Sister…!”

By the time Yselle called out for her, Winnie’s figure was already a tiny speck as she swiftly continued following Kort and his men to the manor.

“With so many things brewing, I guess I should go take a look as well…” muttered Yselle to herself as she began walking toward them.

Before she could even take a step, however, she was utterly stunned by a black figure dashing past her extremely quickly!

“…What the hell was that?” said Yselle as she frowned. Whatever it was, it could wait, and Yselle continued heading toward the manor.

A brief moment later, the doors to the large hall within the Crawford Manor were swung open as a fearsome and old-sounding voice roared, “The entire Crawford family is to pay a bloody price today if it’s the last thing I do!”

The shout was so loud that everyone could feel their ears ringing as an ominous wind blew into the room.

Following that, Kort led his powerful-looking men into the hall as Parker took a step forward before asking, “What do you hope to achieve by doing all this, Kort?”

“Step aside, Parker! Don’t meddle in this! I’m here today to settle a bloody grudge I have against the Crawfords!” growled Kort as he clenched both his fists while glaring daggers at Dylan.

As he did so, however, Kort became slightly stunned when his eyes caught sight of the large map projected behind Dylan.

However, his shock was short-lived. Anything other than exterminating the Crawfords could wait for now, and he was delighted by the thought of it alone.

“Humph! You say you’ve come to settle a bloody grudge, but what has our family ever done to you to deserve that?” replied Dylan with a frown.

“So you’re still feigning ignorance, Dylan? As far as I’m concerned, I’ve given you sufficient respect in the past year… Never had it occurred to me that such a terrible disaster would happen just because I treated you mercifully… There were over three hundred people in the Moldell family within the Logan Province, Dylan… Now almost all of them are dead! The entire Moldell family within the Logan Province is no more!” growled Kort, each word he said even colder than the last.

“…What? Someone ruined the Moldells living in the Logan Province?” asked Dylan, his eyes wide in shock.

Parker himself felt his eyelids twitching rapidly.

While Kort appeared to not approve of the Moldells living in the Logan Province, a few of the Moldells were well aware that Kort himself had established the family thereafter disobeying the Moldell family’s rules and regulations.

Parker also knew that there were many powerful people in Kort’s family. To think that someone had actually managed to ruin the Moldells living in the Logan Province…

“While the Moldell family in Logan isn’t a secret society, there were quite a number of powerful people in their family, right? Who could’ve taken down the entire family? What sort of power would one even

need to have to pull off such a feat? Whoever it was, don’t you think that the Crawfords lack the capabilities to even come close to performing such destruction…?” whispered the surprised Winnie to her grandfather.

“She’s right. In the end, while the Crawfords may be filthy rich, they’re still just ordinary people. Don’t you think that there could’ve been a misunderstanding somewhere along the line? After all, the Crawfords clearly don’t have the strength to take out over three hundred of the Moldells!” added Parker as he took another step forward.

“A misunderstanding you say? Tell Dylan to hand over that rich heir of a son he has, then! Everything will surely be crystal clear once we’ve interrogated him! I don’t need to explain anything else! Until Gerald shows himself, I’m killing anyone who dares to stop me!” retorted Kort coldly.

“Now come! Kill them all! Nobody leaves this room alive!” roared the maniacal man.

“Right away!” shouted his subordinates in unison as they rushed toward the people of the Crawford family!

Chapter 1047

Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1047 Sensing the immense murderous intent from the Moldell subordinates—who were already starting to take action—Dylan felt his expression change drastically.

All this time, he had been extremely reluctant to have any forms of contact with secret societies unless he was absolutely forced to. After all, for all he knew, secret societies were usually both unruly and overbearing.

In the end, he did so in order to find out more about the Sun League. Unfortunately, all his worries were now presenting themselves before his very eyes.

He remembered, at that moment, that his father had once told him that the Crawford family would always face the risk of getting exterminated. Was what his father had said finally going to happen today?

Were they going to meet their end being slaughtered by the Moldell family’s people? The thought of it alone made Dylan gulp slightly.

It was at that moment when a loud and rather wild-sounding voice shouted, “I’d like to see for myself who dares to even harm the people of the Crawford family!”

The commanding voice was so loud that any surrounding glass ended up shattering!

As a gale of wind blew across the hall, the Moldell family’s subordinates—who had initially been prepared to slaughter any Crawford they could get their hands on—immediately held on to their heads.

Each of them felt like their heads were about to explode, and within seconds, most of them vomited blood before dying on the spot!

Seeing that, Kort frowned but he didn’t make a move.

Seconds later, a massive group of mysterious-looking people donning black robes swiftly made their way into the large hall, surrounding Kort and his few remaining subordinates.

There were at least a thousand of them, and as Kort looked at them with doubtful eyes, he coldly shouted, “I’ve no idea which force you belong to. However, know that I’ve come here today to settle a bloody debt with the Crawford family. You better not meddle in this!”

“Even if I were to meddle, it’s not like you could stop me. You’re just another trivial person to be dealt with, after all,” said an old man as he strode into the hall.

The moment he said that, the people donning black robes immediately knelt in line, forming a pathway in the middle as they shouted in unison, “Lord!”

“…Hmm…?” said Kort as he furrowed his brows while staring at the old man.

“I believe we’ve never met before, no? Since you’re still planning on meddling even after I’ve said that I have a bloody grudge to settle with the Crawfords, pray tell what your relationship with them is, sir,” added Kort.

Before anyone else could say a thing, Dylan, who had earlier been momentarily left stupefied, muttered, “…Dad?”

True enough, the person currently walking toward him was his father who had disappeared for a few decades by now. After not meeting for so long, Dylan felt himself getting slightly agitated.

“…Grandpa?” said Jessica next.

Jessica had never met Daryl before, and if anything, she was quite astonished to learn that he was even still alive!

“I assume that this is my granddaughter, Jessica. Am I correct, Dylan?” said Daryl as he stood before Jessica and gently held onto her hand, his face full of adoration for her.

“She… Yes, she is… Regardless, where have you been all these years, dad?” replied Dylan who was still utterly shocked.

“I’ll tell you all about it once I get rid of these scoundrels!” sneered Daryl as he turned back to look at Kort.

“So it appears that you’re Daryl! The master of the Crawford family who went missing a few decades ago! I see, I see! Well that’s just perfect that you’ve finally decided to show yourself again today! I’ll slaughter you along with the rest of the Crawfords! That way, truly zero of the Crawfords will continue to exist!” replied Kort with a frigid laugh.

“Hah! You plan to slaughter all of us? I’m afraid that even Christopher Moldell wouldn’t talk so arrogantly before me!” said Daryl as he rested both his hands behind his back while smiling coldly.

“…What did you say?”

Chapter 1048

Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1048 Upon hearing that name, both Kort and Parker were left momentarily stupefied.

“… From what you’ve said, I’m assuming that you’re acquainted with my third uncle, Christopher, who’s also the Moldell family’s elder, correct? Still, I find it odd that he’s never mentioned a ‘Daryl’ before,” replied Kort, feeling his heart skip a beat.

Even among the other secret societies, few men knew much about the mysterious Christopher who was, in a way, the totem of the Moldell family.

As far as Kort knew, the Crawfords were simply a regular wealthy family. How on earth could Daryl have gotten acquainted with that old man?

“If I recall correctly, ‘secret societies’ like yours each have their own strict rules to abide by. A universal rule for all of you is that fact that you can’t get involved with the ordinary world all willy-nilly, no? Yet that’s exactly what you scoundrels did! What more, you even built your own family from the ground up, just to be able to meddle more with the ordinary world! You’re even bold enough to declare wanting to destroy the Crawford family! Don’t you scoundrels think that you’re looking down too much on the Moldell family’s rules?” said Daryl, ignoring Kort’s question as he headed over to the seat of honor and sat there while laughing heartily.

“…Old Master Crawford, which force do you belong to, exactly? You’re just a powerful and rich businessman, no? How is it that you know what happens within secret societies like the back of your hand?” asked Kort.

“Humph. I belong to the Soul Palace. Then again, I wonder if Christopher ever even mentioned the society to you.”

“…S-soul Palace…?” replied Kort, feeling his eyelids twitch extremely rapidly.

“I-it’s the people from the Soul Palace!” stuttered Kort’s remaining men as they looked at each other in utter dismay before each taking a step back.

For anyone within a secret society, it was rather impossible to not have heard of the Soul Palace’s reputation. For context, there were once quite a few major secret societies in Weston. However, one of the more developed and prosperous secret societies—at the time—was completely wiped out by the Soul Palace in a single night.

Those from the Soul Palace usually left traces of their involvement behind so that others could come look for them if they wanted to avenge the deceased. However, nobody was daring or foolish enough to do so.

Due to that well-known incident—among the secret societies—it was natural for Kort and his men to be slightly intimidated.

“So you’re the master of the Soul Palace as you are of the Crawford family, Daryl… So that’s what you’ve been doing in the past few decades… I admit that I was unaware of all this, but I guess I finally see the bigger picture now…”

“What exactly did the realization of who I am, reveal to you?”

“Well, half a year ago, my beloved third son, Jett, was kidnapped by a mysterious and powerful person in Mayberry. Up till this point, I still have no leads on where he could be or whether he’s even still alive! Adding that to the extermination of the Moldells in the Logan Province, I wonder it’s safe to assume that

you were the one in charge of all that?” growled Kort as his eyes turned bloodshot, filled with resentment.

Hearing that, the infuriated Daryl roared, “You b*stard!”

Even though Daryl didn’t move an inch, Kort could feel his cheeks being slapped hard, twice! He didn’t even have a chance to fight back!

“Mind you, I’ve already lived a long life! Your third son and family members are nothing more than trivial scoundrels in my eyes! Being as trivial as they are, why would I ever wish to waste brain cells thinking of how to properly deal with them? How frustrating!”

Kort himself simply cupped his hurt cheeks, not daring to say another word for now.

Seeing his reaction, Dylan and the other Crawfords got particularly excited.

“…I never thought that you’d have this much power, dad… Speaking of which, was it truly not our people who slaughter the Moldells in the Logan Province then?” asked Dylan who had gained near- infinite confidence now that he had seen how powerful his father truly was.

As Daryl watched as his son sat down beside him, he sighed before replying, “How do I even say this… Well, I, for one, didn’t do it… However, it truly was a Crawford who did the deed. Honestly, I would’ve done so myself if I cared any less for seniority. After all, those b*stards are nothing but robbers who’ve been having thoughts about acquiring the Crawford family for over twenty years by now. With all the wicked tricks they’ve been using throughout the years, I’m genuinely surprised that they’re still so dissatisfied, even after slaughtering the Morningstar family,” explained Daryl, his anger apparent in his tone.

Kort felt the corner of his lip twitch when he heard that.

“…Oh? So it truly was done by someone from our family? But aside from you, who else has such great power?” asked Dylan, confused.

“I wonder as well, grandpa. Speaking of which, why didn’t you appear earlier? Our family wouldn’t have to face so much danger today if you had just done so! Regardless, kill them all today and make sure none of them escape!” exclaimed Jessica.

“Hahaha! I never thought that my granddaughter would take after my personality! I like you a lot more compared to that cowardly grandson of mine!” replied Daryl with a hearty laugh.

“Well, let’s just say that I didn’t come over earlier due to some personal issues that I’d rather not share at the moment. Anyway, I’m not even needed to deal with these mere scoundrels, my good granddaughter… Now come over here…” added Daryl as he turned to look at the black-robed men.

“Go check if the young master has returned,” ordered the old man.

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 island!” reported one of Daryl’s many subordinates.

“…Young master? What sort of young master, dad?” said Dylan, 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 black 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 Dylan and Jessica in unison.

While Dylan’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 glad 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 becoming even more promising, mature, and strong throughout your disappearance! It’s fantastic…!” added Dylan who was now crying as well.

After wiping his parents’ tears away, Gerald turned to look at Daryl before saying, “It appears that at long last, 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 much last 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 the last thing I do!” roared Kort as he leaped into the air, ready to pounce on Gerald!

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 regular 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 pillar, Kort’s body fell to the ground as a deep indent in the middle of the pillar 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 to launch another attack, Dylan—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 become 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.

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

Chapter 1050

Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1050 Even Jessica was happy as she shouted, “Come on, Gerald! Kill that old b*stard! Beat him to death!”

Parker, on the other hand, turned to look at Daryl before respectfully asking, “Judging from your aura, could you perhaps be one of the legends like my third uncle, Christopher?”

He was asking since he had been stunned by how much of a disadvantage Kort had actually been placed in despite fighting the young Gerald. Parker could only imagine what level of strength Daryl truly had as Gerald’s mentor.

“Hah! Are you saying that Christopher hasn’t been wasting his time in the past few decades? What, has he arrived at the realm of legends as well?” asked Daryl in return.

“He has!”

“What? Didn’t you say that Great Old Master Moldell passed away, grandpa?” asked Winnie—who was still in a state of shock—as she continued watching Gerald and Kort fight.

“Nonsense! That was just a rumor. After all, how could we expose Great Old Master Moldell’s identity so casually? Still, you’re just a junior so it’s natural for you not to know a thing about this,” replied Parker.

“…Then… Is Gerald a champion as well now? He’s extremely strong!” asked Winnie again, her heart brewing with complicated emotions.

After all, Gerald had been the one who had saved her back when he had first gone to the Moldell family in search of help. Back then, Winnie was severely injured and suffering from anemia. Thanks to

Gerald’s blood donation, she made it out alive.

Even so, she had always looked down upon him since she just considered him to be a regular person from the ordinary world.

Now that he was so strong, however, Winnie was having complicated thoughts.

“…How puzzling… Correct me if I’m wrong, but after observing Gerald for a while, I’m assuming that he’s no champion, sir. Could my guess be correct?” asked Parker who wasn’t making any effort to hide his slight agitation as he turned to look at Daryl in disbelief.

“Hahaha! You seem to be quite insightful!” replied Daryl with a proud smile.

“… My god…” mumbled Parker as he staggered a few steps backward, his face now extremely pale.

Thankfully, Winnie managed to support him in time. Finding it odd, she then asked, “What do you mean, grandpa? Despite his rapid growth in terms of strength, I see no issue with him having the title of champion. After all, he must have gone through extreme training to get to where he currently is!”

“He isn’t one! Now that the elder has answered my question, I can safely say that Gerald is no champion!” replied Parker.

“…Are you suggesting that he has an even higher title…?”

Holding his breath, Parker then stared wide-eyed at Gerald as he trembled while muttering, “…He… He’s a great master…”

The realm of legends was the most mysterious of realms when it came to ancient martial arts. Many have failed to get there even after spending their entire lives trying to achieve it, and this included people from within secret societies.

“…W-what…? You can’t be serious, can you, grandpa?” stuttered Winnie as her jaw dropped.

“He truly is a great master!” replied Parker, still trembling all over as he nodded.

“Still… A great master at his age… Aside from that man, Gerald’s the only other person to achieve the title of great master at such a young age!” added Parker.

“What’s a great master, dad? Gerald’s one now?” asked Dylan who had no idea what a great master was. However, from what he heard, he knew that it must have been an extremely high achievement.

“Haha! Indeed, Gerald truly has arrived at the realm of legends! It’s the reason why I was so surprised when I met him earlier. From what I had estimated, Gerald needed at least a decade or two in order to achieve that realm, and that was only if he was extremely talented and had exceptional biological advantages!” replied Daryl who appeared to be carefully hiding key facts in his explanation, despite being able to see everything clearly.

“Yes, lord. Ever since the young master drank the holy blood, he seems to have rapidly progressed in his training. From what I can personally see, he’s already arrived at the realm of legends. Even at his worst, he’ll still be at the level of half a great master. How truly rare! It seems that the holy blood worked like a charm!” said Welson who had been standing at the side this entire time.

“…No. It’s not only due to the holy blood,” replied Daryl as he shook his head.

“I’ve been observing Gerald from the moment he entered the hall… I’ll say it right now that the holy blood would’ve only helped him control his temperament better. In no way would it have helped him increase his training speed! Understanding that, I’ve come to a conclusion as to how he became a great master so quickly!” added Daryl with a slight frown.

“What have you concluded?”

“Well, it seems like someone has instilled a lot of potential within Gerald… I’m afraid that his body hasn’t been normal from half a year ago…”