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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 913
“…Who are you? Did Yael send you here?” asked Jasmine in a rather doubtful tone.

Though night had come, the headlights from all the cars were bright enough for those within Jasmine’s group to see how imposingly solemn the bodyguards looked as they stood behind their leader.

It was clear that these bodyguards had received only the strictest of training, and from what Jasmine knew, only a few large families could afford to hire such powerful bodyguards.

What more, it was already so late yet the men had arrived with such grandeur. How couldn’t they be Yael’s subordinates? Knowing that only served to amplify Jasmine and the others’ anxiety as they stood close to each other in preparation to either attack or run.

“Humph. Yael? Who the hell is that?” sneered the young man of a leader before adding, “I was ordered by my master to transport you away from danger, Miss Fenderson. I hope that you’ll cooperate since we really don’t have much time to spare. Come with us.”

“This master of yours… Who is he?” asked Jasmine with a slightly raised brow.

The youth, however, said nothing and simply returned into his car.

did that, two bodyguards walked over to Jasmine’s group before saying, “Please enter the car, Miss Fenderson, and the rest of you.

Jasmine and the others

they didn’t. There was also the issue with how many powerful guards were present. Jasmine knew for a fact

other choice did they have but

later when the cars finally

while leading the group further into the place. After a brief walk, Jasmine and her group were instantly relieved to see that warm meals

Maia gratefully as she felt her heart flutter. She was weak toward people who had unyielding demeanors

welcome! Though it’s honestly not me you should be thanking. I’m just following orders from my master. Regardless, eat the food while it’s warm and get

“…Um… Sir…?”

as Jasmine was about to ask him something, the young man turned around and tossed his cigarette to the ground. After stepping on it—to put it out—he

departure, only about a dozen people remained inside

Fendersons are so powerful and influential, could the person who helped us be one

her head with a frown before saying, “I really doubt that… After all, anyone reliable from either my or the subservient families under us had already been captured by Noah as seen earlier within the hidden room. As for

this entire time, I truly believe we can