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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1005
“Plus…? Also, hold on, young man. Are you being serious here?” replied the old man, his eyes widened in shock.

Gerald simply shook his head before asking the old man for his bank account number with a smile on his face. After a brief call, the old man was left utterly shocked five minutes later when he saw that seven hundred and seventy thousand dollars truly had been banked into his account.

“T-thank you, young man!” said the old man as he smiled broadly. His joy was no surprise. After all, he would never have dreamed that he would actually be able to sell that iron plaque for such a high amount.

Gerald himself had bought the item since though the plaque didn’t look like anything special, there was simply something extraordinary about it. It gave Gerald a similar feeling to when he had first laid his eyes upon the picture of the sun half a year ago.

It may have only been a gut feeling, but Gerald chose to believe it.

At that moment, a group of people—consisting of both foreigners and locals who were dressed in luxurious attire—began walking toward Gerald and the old man.

When they were in front of the duo, another old man wearing traditional clothes smiled as he said, “I wonder if you’ll allow me to have a look at that iron plaque in your hand, mister…”

Seeing this, the old man who had sold the iron plaque immediately began fearing that his money would be taken away from him. As a result, he quickly left the scene, not daring to linger for any longer.

hand, simply handed the iron plaque over to the other old man as he said,

held the iron plaque in his

one of the foreigners who appeared to be

one, this iron plaque certainly isn’t an ordinary object! I’ll be frank and say that there’s

he turned to look at Gerald before

Gerald turned to look at Mr. Snyder. So it turned out

if the foreigner had upped the price to five thousand times more than what he had initially paid, Gerald

but I’m not selling it,” replied Gerald as he took the iron plaque back from Mr.

wanted, the foreigner frowned before turning to look at a youth who was standing by his side. The youth himself looked to be around twenty-six and wore

event, mister. I’m also the young master of the Lovewell family, so I truly suggest that you

subtle smile, he simply replied, “Again, I appreciate the offer, but I’m not selling

at the group before attempting to leave with the iron

white hair—who had also been standing close to Zolton this entire time—stepped in front

triangular. Squinting his eyes slightly, Gerald realized

was evident to Gerald at that point that the man blocking his way truly had inner strength. So it seemed that the long history that the Lovewells had established within

Lovewell?” asked Gerald as