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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 403
“Excuse me, miss!” The waitress in the lead smiled at Leila, who stared with mouth gaping wide as a feast was laid out upon the table before Gerald.

“Huh? What?” Leila stuttered for a moment, then exclaimed, “Hey, hey, hey! There must be some mistake—you’ve got the wrong table!”

Anyone could tell that it was a sumptuous meal worth a small fortune—at least five hundred dollars or more—and it was meant for Gerald?

Leila had always held him in contempt as a man with nothing to his name. One time, she’d let slip that their fathers had been arranging for them to be married, and it had made her a complete laughing stock.

“Hey, Leila! Somewhere on a far away farm, your fiancé’s waiting for you!” She could still see those mocking grins vividly at the back of her mind.

It had been the greatest source of misery in her life. She never spoke of it, but it was always on her mind. As a symbol of her humiliation, she utterly despised Gerald Crawford.

And yet, Gerald was eating so well right now…

of a master chef from France!

One thousand dollars!” Leila stood stunned. Never had she ever

than you, and yet you’re burning money like nobody’s business… French cuisine? Are you out of your mind? Have you never thought about taking that one

am I, and who are you? My handphone costs as much as this meal you’re eating here!

Serene County, a five-hundred-dollar smartphone was a substantial status symbol—but Douglas

more than the price of one meal for Gerald. No one

yourself some nice clothes, or a decent phone, or maybe some kind of makeover… Instead, you’re just… urgh!” Leila

to Douglas, whether in terms of manners or

vibrating. He pulled it out for a quick glance. It was an

with eyes as wide as

of the current situation, Gerald didn’t take the call. Terminating the

the end of the day, she was still Uncle