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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1192
Albert had a hint of contempt in his tone as he asked the question while looking at Gerald.

The butler’s disdain was warranted since unlike him and the other upper-class people at the ceremony, Gerald stood out like a sore thumb in his commoner clothing.

“No, I do not. Regardless, I’m from Mayberry, and I’ve come here today to meet the young lady of the Smith family and hand her an invitation card.”

“An invitation card? From whom?”

“I apologize, but I can’t tell you the details!” replied Gerald.

Gerald was only saying this according to how Riley had instructed him to. Even so, Gerald truly didn’t know who the owner of the invitation card was. After all, not only was it unnecessary for him to pry, but he wasn’t interested in finding out in the first place.

At that moment, Riley ran out before saying, “Let him in, Albert! As he’s said, he’s come all the way from Mayberry so he must be here on a mission!”

Riley leading Gerald into the place was also naturally part of the plan.

friend of the Smith family, I suppose it’s fine. Let him in!” ordered Albert who naturally needed to show respect

said, Riley walked over to Gerald—making sure to make a face at him

after, the scene slowly returned to

at Gerald before grumbling, “Are we just supposed to let him off that lightly?

not, for I’ve just made a call with some simple preparations in mind. Now that he’s entered this place, I

once more in admiration. After all, both of them were well aware of how strategic he

to Abner’s words, just as Mr. Snyder took in a deep breath—ready to begin the event—he was interrupted by a group of

appeared to only consist of mere vendors, all

still trying to push the group

stiffened. His anger was warranted since something like this was happening while several international big shots

meet Mr. Snyder! We want him to seek justice for us!” shouted the vendors

signaled for his subordinates to allow them in before sliding one hand in his pocket and asking, “Justice? What sort of justice are you seeking? What’s the

steal our things! As if that wasn’t enough, he even seriously hurt a few students from the kindergarten! After finding out that he came all the way here to hide, we’d like to ask why you took such a thief in, Mr. Snyder!” replied one of the vendors

big shots were now exchanging glances with