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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 132
Two million six hundred thousand dollars!

What kind of status was this?

Impossible!

Irene rushed over to the car before she unceremoniously flipped out the car driving permit.

“Snap!”

Upon looking at the permit, Irene froze as she dropped the car driving permit to the ground.

She was dumbfounded.

“If you don’t want to look at it, just don’t look at it. Why do you have to throw it on the ground?”

Gerald could not help but smiled wryly.

“Some people do not have any knowledge or experience. Likewise, her father and mother too. They do not have any knowledge or experience in this at all. Gerald, why don’t you tell auntie how you met our Mila?”

Helen quickly ran over to pick up the car driving permit before glancing at it. She then grabbed Gerald’s wrist the next immediately second..

She started acting very cordially as though she was holding her own son’s hand.

“Oh, auntie. We met when we were learning how to drive!”

Gerald replied.

“Hahaha. I knew all along that our Mila has such good taste. In fact, I already knew that you were not just a simple man when I first saw you, Gerald. How can those people such as Quinton or Victor possibly be compared to you?”

“Umm…”

Gerald in an awkward

that person who drove him

so sorry about this matter. Our

lady’s tone drastically changed, it was

towards Gerald with

the core

the owner of this

a handful who still couldn’t comprehend the fact that Gerald was indeed a local tycoon, everyone else started to

a hurry to go and repair his own car, Gerald didn’t bother waiting but was getting ready to leave

I’ll be heading to school later in the afternoon. Why don’t I accompany you to

Mila asked playfully.

shocks and also a pleasant

sum it up, she was filled

told you that I’d

it was an important birthday banquet, the fact that Mila was able to go

then took

are you really a rich second generation? So you’ve been lying to me all this while? Wait a minute, don’t tell me that you’re really

shot off curiously as she perched

did not know how he

the Mr. Crawford that they had been

he really going to fully disclose his own identity? This could only end up

of that, Gerald decided to

I’m Mr. Crawford, or

you really are Mr. Crawford, then you’ll not belong in the same world as us

worth one million five hundred thousand to three million dollars? And also, just take a look at me! If it weren’t for you who picked out my clothes and matched it for me,

I won