Slumdog Billionaire Husband by Rayden Berg

Chapter 80 A Disaster to Befall

After hanging up the phone, Gerald put up a sneer.

This was his biggest strategy to prevent Henley and Doreen from getting engaged.

The reason why the Cousy family wanted Doreen and Henley to get married was that they wanted to use Henley’s family

business.

There were some problems with the Cousy family’s business.

Or rather, the Zumthor family was competing with them. The Cousy family had no choice but to cooperate with the Zumthor family, so marriage was the best solution.

When the Zumthor family was busy with their own industries

and there was a huge problem with the cooperation between

them and the bank, would they still have the mood to hold this

engagement banquet? The answer was obviously no.

As for how the Cousy family looked for a way out, it was none

of Gerald’s business.

Now that Gerald had done all this, he was only waiting for the Zumthor family to be in a mess overnight. Would they still have the mood to hold the engagement banquet tomorrow?

It would probably be temporarily canceled. After a period of time, the Cousy family would find that there was a huge

problem with the Zumthor family, then they would not marry Doreen to Henley.

Unfortunately, Gerald could not see Henley’s flustered look.

But Gerald was not in a hurry. Since Henley’s family had a certain relationship with Blood Lotus, Blood Lotus would not watch the Zumthor family fall. Gerald would definitely participate in places with Blood Lotus. There were a lot of dealings with the Zumthor family.

Gerald touched his nose and a smile appeared on his lips. He now had two most important things. Searching for information about Watchman No. 2 and proving his innocence.

Just as Gerald was about to leave the school, suddenly, a group

of nine people was walking toward Gerald.

Most of them were wearing the uniform of security guards,

while the other was a bald man with glasses. He looked to be in

his forties or fifties.

“Sir, it was this guy who was fighting on the playground just

now,” a security guard pointed at Gerald and said.

Gerald was stunned for a moment and cursed in his heart.

Doreen and the others drove away smoothly. Now, Gerald was caught alone.

The principal of the school was no longer the same person. He

looked Gerald up and down and said in a low voice, “Who are you? Why are you coming to our school? Put your hands up, or I will call the police!”

“Sir, I am here to relive my old days. And I am the one who was bullied just now. It has nothing to do with me,” Gerald spread

hands and

him to

in a low voice.

say

toward Gerald.

troubled. He could not

He sighed and fled the scene.

fast that in almost an instant, he

touch his hair. Gerald ran over, turned around, and

hit me just now is called Armand.

him. It is best to capture him and put him

turned and

The principal looked at Gerald’s back and cursed.

principal heard Armand’s name, and his

“Go and

matter.”

not someone he could afford

at the entrance. Suddenly, he saw a stall

changed slightly.

still open?”

It was a stall selling pancakes.

school. At that

come to buy one

years, the

already afternoon and the students were in

no one at

and a middle-aged woman was sitting there

one pancake?” Gerald asked.

not look up and looked at her phone.

price as nine years ago. Did you not raise

did the middle-aged woman put down her phone. She looked up at Gerald and frowned slightly. She felt that Gerald looked a little familiar, but she

who he was.

many students buying pancakes

people from

price must be economical for the students to

middle-aged woman said.

“I’ll buy one!”

soon as he finished speaking, a pleasant

side, “I’ll have one

the voice was pleasant, Gerald could not help but

he saw it,

woman in a black dress was walking

with a book in her hand. When she saw

asked, “Is it

Cherry Garden, Los Angeles, where Irene lived.

sofa. The

Vivian’s faces

was lying there. He covered his thigh and kept retreating backward. At this

like a fountain.

time, in front of them, a middle-aged

in his hand. His

calm.

a smile, “Are you still not willing to

these two knives?”