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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.

looked much messier than before. His torn clothes also revealed

the reason why Grandpa Welson had such a fierce-looking expression on

quickly upon skin-contact for all the others there, any snow

of that made the corner of

with Daryl for the longest time.

that distant memory. To him, Gerald currently exuded an

calm he was as a person. However, by contrast, they simultaneously hinted at a

a chill run down his spine, Daryl himself gently patted Gerald’s shoulder as he

as he nodded before

to the bathroom, any leader of the Soul Palace whom he walked past would bow their heads to

Inside, more than ten women—both young and

few of the women to go over to him and begin

how masculine Gerald was, none of the women could hold back from

then blow-dried Gerald’s