Ch. 301..305: The Secretly Rich Man Chapter 301-305
Chapter 301
Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 301
The moment that woman walked in, Gerald and everyone else immediately knew who Felicity’s patron was.
Cassandra McGregor!
“Counselor!” As shocked as everyone was, they greeted her warmly nevertheless.
This was a big deal! They’d only known Cassandra as a beauty queen with impossibly high standards, and never any boyfriends.
Who would’ve thought that she’d have something going on with a big-shot like Flynn Lexington?
Even more astounding was the reverence Flynn seemed to have for her.
It was truly befuddling!
Regarding the relationship between Felicity and Cassandra—it all started from that night, when Gerald rescued Cassandra from that newly opened bar.
That time, he’d sent her back with Flynn.
Whilst in the car Cassandra had discovered Gerald’s power bank which was left behind. With that giving her a heads up, she slowly started to realize that it might have been him behind her rescue.
Just as she headed back to get to the bottom of the matter, she ran into Felicity, who freshly came out after her latest recording.
It had startled Felicity too, seeing Cassandra step out from a Rolls Royce. She’d hurried over to ask if anything was the matter, and Cassandra had given her a brief rundown of the recent events. She also
subtly mentioned about being the one to see about Mayberry affairs.
Since it was about Gerald, she’d then hurried back to ask about things.
All she got was what Flynn and Gerald had already arranged ahead of time, and it was enough for Cassandra to drop the matter.
However, that wasn’t the end of it.
Some time during last week, Cassandra and Felicity had gone shopping for cosmetics.
They ran into a spot of trouble when some drunken old tycoons sought to have a bit of sport with them. A frightened Cassandra called Flynn immediately, and Flynn had rushed to the scene with a bunch of men to beat up the troublemakers.
What a thrill that had been for Cassandra. What more, it had garnered a new-found admiration from Felicity.
It felt really good to have someone powerful on your side!
And so, when this latest fiasco had happened today, Felicity had obviously called for Cassandra as soon as she could.
That was how things had ended up this way.
Sensing that Jake might yet have realized whom he was dealing with, Flynn leaned in and whispered a few things into his ear.
Color drained out of his face. He finally understood—this lady was not to be harassed by the likes of him!
Cassandra examined Felicity, and her eyes narrowed. “Did someone hit you? And you too, Blondie?”
Unbeknownst to Felicity, Cassandra had secretly been in contact with Ordinary Man. She owed a lot to Felicity for that.
“That’s right, Cassie!” Felicity huffed.
“Blast! Whoever did this… you go get him back!” Cassandra folded her arms.
Slap! Bam!
Felicity stepped up and smacked Jake right across his face. Rage flared in his eyes, but remembering what Flynn had just told him, he didn’t dare make so much as a peep.
As for Blondie, he smashed a beer bottle against the head of his assailant.
It felt good. Ahh, it felt good!
Those university students all thought so too.
There was nothing Jake could do about it either. Even if they broke his jaw and shoved him all his teeth, he’d still be owing them an apology. Even if they smeared a turd all over his shirt, he’d still have to lick it and call it delicious. That was how pathetic the position he was in at the moment.
Satisfied with how the situation had been resolved, Flynn took his leave.
Everything he’d done was for the sake of returning a favor with Gerald Crawford.
Yet he’d completely failed to notice that Gerald was sitting right there in the corner.
“Counselor, you’re so awesome!” everyone cheered enthusiastically. Toasts were raised in her name.
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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 302 Even Harper Sullivan joined in the merry-making.
Gerald could hardly stay out of it. “A toast to Cassandra!” he announced, raising a glass.
“Oho, so you were here, Gerald? It’s like you’re always there whenever something’s going on. I didn’t spot you earlier—where were you at?” Although Cassandra still held little regard for Gerald, through sheer force of habit—nevertheless, she was no longer as cold to him as she used to be, considering he’d helped her out before, in his own way.
“Ahaha, are you asking about him, counselor?” Yvonne cut in. “He’s been hiding in that corner the whole time! When Jake burst in here with all his guys, Blondie and the others stood up to them, but Gerald just sat there! Gosh, he’s more helpless than us ladies!”
Earlier, when she’d slipped away, she also happened to pass by where Gerald was seated, and had noticed him there.
“That’s right! Anyway, were you really expecting this guy to be any help in a fight?”
“Now, I’m sure Gerald would have stood along with everyone… it’s just that his knees were too weak from fear, ahahaha!”
Several girls sniggered, their voices filled with mockery.
Cassandra watched as Gerald only shook his head and sighed helplessly. She sipped to his toast.
“I’m going to the washroom!” Deluged with insults, there was no way for Gerald to respond. Certainly, he’d been of no help at all today. His only option was to flee.
“Hahaha, he literally pissed himself!”
“Goodness me… I’d rather die than have a boyfriend like Gerald!”
“Pfft, and what girl would be interested in a guy like him?”
Annoyed, Felicity changed the subject. “Gosh, enough already about that guy! Oh, right—counselor, when I called you earlier this afternoon, you said you wouldn’t be free to hang out. Did you have something else going on?”
“Oh, I had an errand to run, things to buy and stuff. If it wasn’t because Flynn was busy himself as well, I’d have sent him along to watch over you girls. Sadly, that matter really took him a while to settle—in fact, half of Mayberry is in an uproar over it!”
“Oh? What happened?” Everyone’s interest was piqued.
“How come I haven’t seen anything on the news?” someone exclaimed.
“Don’t be stupid. It’s too big to talk about in public. Flynn wouldn’t tell me any details either, but something seems to have happened at Scothow Elementary, and it’s got major players like Zack Lyle and Michael Zeke involved, as well as a bunch of other notable businessmen. They’ve sealed off the road outside the school, cordoned off by nearly a hundred cars!”
“My god!”
“No way!”
Everyone was in disbelief.
Meanwhile, Gerald was just leaving through the door. Overhearing this bit, he shook his head again. He had no clue what that was all about, either.
Some people you don’t care about, but they get something good out of you anyway.
Some people you want to help, but end up harming instead.
It wasn’t yet time to reveal his true status, and Gerald really, really didn’t want that to become public knowledge in any event. Sometimes, this made things rather complicated and difficult.
It seemed that from now on, he ought to keep a low profile, and stay out of matters which didn’t concern him!
He’d just mind his own business, and finish his studies quickly and quietly.
Just then, his handphone rang. It was Queta Smith calling.
He ducked into the washroom and took the call.
“Gerald, are you busy right now?”
“Not at all. What’s up?”
“It’s Yasmin,” Queta whispered. “She said she’s not feeling well again. I just checked her temperature— she’s got a high fever. She needs to go to the hospital!”
Gerald knew that for her to call him directly meant that she really needed his help. She was probably tight on cash at the moment, otherwise she wouldn’t be bringing this matter to him.
He’d have to help Queta find a better job soon. Rather than to give a man a fish… better to teach the man how to fish, right?
Worried for Yasmin, Gerald didn’t dare delay any longer. Leaving with a quick goodbye, he drove over to fetch both girls to the hospital.
It was the middle of the night, but surprisingly there were quite a few people here to see the doctor. Holding Yasmin in his arms, Gerald lined up behind them.
Just as their turn was about to arrive, a woman suddenly stepped in front of him.
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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 303 A young woman suddenly cut right in front of them, without a word, displaying not the slightest bit of regard for others.
Gerald was not in the mood for this. “Miss, don’t you find this a little rude?”
The woman ignored him.
“That’s right! My teacher says you can’t cut in a queue!” Yasmin exclaimed with a frown.
“Bah!” The woman turned around and snapped, “So I cut in front of you, so what? What can you do about it? All bark and no bite!”
One could see she was around twenty-one, with a fair complexion and a pretty face—and dressed in such a way as to leave little to the imagination.
However, her stuck-up attitude only pissed Gerald off to look at her.
“You’re the one barking!” At the limits of his patience, he snapped off a harsh reply.
“What did you say to me? Just wait right here—I’ll have somebody cut you down to size!” Shrieking and swearing as though she’d suddenly gone mad, the woman was pulled away by several bystanders.
Finally, she left in a huff.
Well, that came out of nowhere. Brushing it off mind, Gerald got back in line.
“Sir, maybe you shouldn’t have done that. That woman seemed like trouble!” A pretty young nurse whispered this as she was ushering some patients in. “She was here earlier this afternoon to visit one of our patients—someone of note—and she came with a whole train of fancy cars! I wouldn’t underestimate her clout, you know? Hurry on in—and no more trouble!”
Clearly, she’d started it! Well, the nurse meant well… Gerald made no further remark.
“Let’s not fuss over it, Gerald,” Queta agreed. “We’ll just wrap it here and leave immediately!”
So Gerald brought Yasmin in to see the doctor. It turned out to be nothing alarming—just a common cold—and some medicine was prescribed.
Queta was visibly relieved, and they left the hospital together.
As they arrived at the entrance, glossy black cars suddenly rolled up, one after another… at least a dozen in total. A massive group of well-dressed people got out and headed inside.
When she saw the woman who emerged from the car in the middle, Queta quaked with fear. It was that woman who’d cut in line earlier, starting off a spat with Gerald.
Had she really returned to cause trouble for them?
Thank goodness they’d made it out of there in time.
“I only just heard about it. How’s Mr Rye? Is he still in the Intensive Care Unit?” A dashing young man asked.
The woman nodded. “Yeah. He’s suffered terrible bone fractures in all four limbs, and he’s still in the ICU ward—but thankfully his life is not in danger!”
“Blast! Who could be behind such savagery? I know… it must have been Mayberry.”
“Hey! Don’t talk about that here!” the guy snapped at her, causing her to shut her own mouth.
Gerald lingered nearby, easily within sight of them. Why did he do this?
Because he recognized that dashing young man.
Face still beaten up from that fiasco at the Emperor Karaoke Bar, it was none other than Jake!
Having overheard their discussion concerning a ‘Mr Rye’, he finally saw the picture now.
It was most likely the great Damien Rye himself. So that scoundrel had been admitted to this hospital.
It appeared that all these people—including that horrendous harpy—were from Rye Group.
Vroom, vroom! Then, in a rumbling storm of engines, another fleet of a dozen cars appeared.
One would naturally assume they were with Jake and company.
That wasn’t all of them. More cars continued to follow from behind.
It stood to reason. Rye Group, under the Rye family, had long encroached upon Mayberry territory. Their roots ran deep.
They were a fierce gang of thugs.
Damien Rye was guaranteed to have powerful backers. No matter how hard anyone tried to cover things up, the events of that afternoon were simply too great to hide.
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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 304 Word about this whole incident, with the maiming of Damien Rye, was guaranteed to get out.
The question was how Damien himself would spin it.
“Do you know them, Gerald?” Seeing all these powerful people gathering outside the hospital, Queta stood beside, feeling anxious.
“I know them; but they don’t know me.” Gerald smiled wryly. “They’re just here to visit somebody. Never mind about it!”
“That gave me a fright! I thought that woman had summoned a bunch of thugs!” Queta gave a long sigh of relief.
After one last look at them, Gerald turned to go. He drove Queta back to her place.
Zack Lyle had some dirt on Damien Rye, so the latter would probably hesitate to stir up further trouble.
Along the way, Gerald didn’t forget to bring up that other matter, concerning a change in employment for Queta.
“By the way, Queta… interested in changing jobs?” he asked with a smile.
If she wanted to, she could have her pick of any position in Mayberry International. It wasn’t out of the cards to just build a kindergarten for her, either.
“I have also been meaning to ask you about this…” Queta replied. “Today, Manager Thornton told me that they might be interested in investing in the kindergarten, and even providing me with training at Sunnydale University! I’ll be attending some Psychology lectures there as soon as tomorrow!”
“Oh? That’s great!” Gerald nodded.
Ah… at times the thoughtfulness of men is no match for the consideration of women.
Many universities held community classes for people who were already working a job, or who had never received a higher education themselves.
He’d actually had the same idea before—about getting Queta signed up for such classes—but he’d just never found the time.
Well, this was an agreeable turn of events. Sunnydale was on par with his own Mayberry University. Everyone said so.
Gerald wanted to show her his own sincerity, so he promised that whenever he was free, he’d come see her at Sunnydale.
After dropping her off, he finally returned to his room at almost ten-thirty.
It had been an exhausting day. He fell asleep right away.
Two days passed without any incidents. Gerald spent this time studying quietly in the library. Summer break would be coming soon—but before that, the term exams.
That same day, at around 10 a.m., Gerald was attempting model questions in the library.
Suddenly, a sweet fragrance wafted over from his side.
It was the smell of a woman.
Turning to look, Gerald found a tall girl taking the seat beside him.
Everyone knows what it’s like inside a university library—particularly star students such as Gerald— research and revision were going on non-stop, and the place was packed to the brim.
Gerald had been occupying this spot since 5.30 in the morning.
It started to get a little crowded in there.
The girl was tall, slender, and statuesque, with skin as fair as porcelain. Long hair cascaded down to her waist. She was a serene, captivating beauty.
One could tell that it wouldn’t have been her first choice to sit down next to some guy—but it was the only empty seat left.
This was compounded by how all the guys had been eyeing on her since she came in, causing her to feel terribly self-conscious. Gerald meanwhile was fully engrossed in his studies, which afforded her some small measure of reprieve.
Blushing faintly, she gave him a little nod and a smile, then sat down and opened her book.
Resting her head upon one hand, turning the pages with the other… she was a mesmerizing portrait to behold.
“Damn it, that babe went and sat over there!”
“Come on! I’m a hundred times better looking than that turd! Ah, I can’t take this!”
Jealous cries arose from the local menfolk.
“Ah-choo!” Meanwhile, inhaling the scent of a woman elicited a great sneeze from Gerald.
Immediately realizing that it was her own perfume at fault here, the girl flushed bright red, and began edging her chair away from him.
But for Gerald, this unfortunate event was only the beginning.
He lowered his head to focus on his work.
Drip. Splat.
All of a sudden, his nose was on fire—and then blood began to trickle out from it, dripping onto the papers before him.
He needed a tissue, right now!
Fidgeting about anxiously, he saw that the girl had turned away from him, her head laid upon one hand with discretion. Her other hand, however, surreptitiously extended a pack of tissues his way.
Her face was similar to a sight of a wildfire, blazing red.
As for Gerald, right then he’d wish for nothing better than to find a hole to crawl into…
… and then maybe he’d just die there.
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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 305 Gerald couldn’t remain in the library a moment longer. Wiping the blood from his nose, he promptly fled the scene.
His life was over.
He couldn’t even help himself! First off: That girl was simply fine as hell! What a body!
She was the sort of goddess that average guys weren’t even allowed to dream about.
And that fragrance she’d been wearing… so intoxicating, his very nose had been aroused.
Sigh. A beauty of that caliber most likely came from a wealthy background.
What sort of ordinary man could win her attention?
Hold on! Wasn’t he, himself, a wealthy fellow? Gah! How did he keep forgetting about this?
Gerald shook his head wryly.
He tried to peek into the library through a window—but by some strange coincidence, that girl had her head turned, and was presently looking out the very same window. She watched him curiously.
Their eyes met—and then she hurriedly dropped her gaze.
Gerald decided not to keep staring at her, either.
With a guilty little start, he remembered that he had Mila, now. He shouldn’t be ogling at other chicks like this. Anyways, there would always be a pretty girl around the next corner—he couldn’t very well go falling for each and every one of them!
That wasn’t the way of Gerald Crawford, no.
Fighting to suppress the surging tides of his heart, he realized that he wouldn’t be able to concentrate on his revision like this.
It was almost noon. He’d made a date with Queta to meet her for lunch at Sunnydale University, where she’d been taking professional courses the past couple of days. He hadn’t gone to see her there yet.
He drove over to Sunnydale which, like Mayberry University, was located in the Mayberry University District—further proof of its equivalent prestige.
Fortunately, this meant that the two campuses weren’t located too far apart. It took him roughly twenty minutes to get over there.
“Gerald!” Having received his call, Queta was already waiting at the gates.
They exchanged a few pleasantries upon meeting each other again.
“Hop in, let’s go eat!” Gerald gave her a smile.
“No need for that, Gerald. Let it be my treat today!” Queta suddenly replied, with an air of mystery.
“Why this, all of a sudden?”
“Well… today’s my birthday, you see.” Queta’s voice fell to a whisper. “I used to have no friends or family—no one to celebrate my birthday with. Now I have you. You’ve helped me with so much… this is the least I could do for you!”
“It’s just that… Gerald, is the cafeteria okay with you?”
At the end of the day, Gerald Crawford was a rich young heir. Although Queta already knew he wouldn’t cause a fuss over this, she felt compelled to ask nonetheless.
Gerald scratched his head. “Now I see why you called to ask me out yesterday… So today was your birthday! You should have said something—I don’t even have a gift ready!”
“I don’t need one. Just share a meal with me!”
Since Queta put it that way, there was nothing more Gerald could add. Still, it was her birthday—he couldn’t actually allow her to pay today… and if this was really her first time ever celebrating it, they should be doing more than this.
As such, Gerald chose instead to go to Surati, a Western-styled restaurant in Sunnydale campus. Back when he used to run with Aiden Baker and his lot, he’d often hear about those big spenders going on about this joint.
It was a nice enough place. Pretty expensive, obviously, but since Gerald had asked to come here, Queta voiced no objections, and followed him inside.
Classic symphonies greeted them. At this hour of the day, there were already quite a few patrons within —all finely dressed kids from families rolling in dough.