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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 991
Though winter in Colonel Island had passed, the entire area was still very cold. After all, it had previously snowed heavily for three consecutive days before it finally stopped.

As a result, the chilly island was enveloped in a layer of silver.

Despite the cold, several men donning black clothes could be seen standing respectfully by the stone entrance of a cave on the island. The men consisted of people who held high-ranks in the Soul Palace.

“Judging by the time, it should be almost done by now,” said grandpa Welson to a few leaders as a sudden strong breeze blew snowflakes—which were beginning to fall again—into everyone’s faces.

Seconds later, rumbling could be heard as the heavy stone door was pushed open.

As everyone turned over to look, they saw an old man exiting the cave alongside a much younger one.

“Lord! Young master! Welcome back from your training!” shouted all the present men in unison and with utmost respect.

Daryl then laughed loudly before replying, “That’s quite enough! Go prepare the party immediately! Everyone from the Soul Palace will enjoy ourselves thoroughly today!”

Seeing how great his mood was, Grandpa Welson simply nodded before turning to look at Gerald. It was evident that the current young man standing before him was completely different from the one he had met half a year ago.

had a beard and his hair looked much messier than before. His torn clothes also revealed the many

Welson

the fact that though snowflakes melted quickly upon skin-contact for all the others

the corner of his eyelid twitch rather

had been together with Daryl for the longest time. He could still distinctly remember Daryl’s hellish transformation all those years

Welson now had on Gerald felt different from that distant memory. To

particular, reflected how strong, dignified, and calm he was as a person. However, by contrast, they simultaneously hinted at

run down his spine, Daryl himself gently patted Gerald’s shoulder as he said, “Just head there once you’re done cleaning

Gerald as he nodded before

the bathroom, any leader of the Soul Palace whom he walked past

steam. Inside, more than ten women—both young and old—could be seen

eyes, Gerald stretched both his arms out, prompting a few of the women to go over to him and begin massaging his

none of the women

was all clean, the women then blow-dried Gerald’s body with hairdryers before sliding a bathrobe