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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1266

“L-let him go…!” shouted the three kidnapped—and frightened—Smiths before Tiara could land another blow on the now bloodied Gerald. Rita, in particular, was shouting even louder than Mila’s parents.

“…Hah! Trash like him isn’t worth my energy to kill! With that in mind… Hey, Chester! That’s your beloved brother, right? Go ahead and kill that brat who doesn’t know what’s best for himself! Worry not about the magnificent lord, for I’ll take full responsibility for everything that’s happened here!” ordered Tiara.

It was evident by this point that the Smiths’ pleas for mercy did little to impress Tiara. Instead, they seemed to further enrage her!

Regardless, the way Tiara had ordered her grandson almost made it seem like she was just talking to some random member of the Holy Witchcraft instead of her actual grandson… On second thought, ‘dog’ would be a better term to describe Chester’s relationship with Tiara now. A very obedient and vicious dog… He barely had any resemblance to the old woman’s grandson anymore!

Whatever the case was, upon hearing the command, the resurrected Chester instantly glowered with rage as he slowly began walking toward Gerald!

The second he stood before the injured youth, Chester barely had any hesitation when he punched Gerald hard on the face! The punch itself made Gerald feel like he had just run into a glass door while running, and Gerald found himself instantly growing dizzy.

So even Chester’s inner strength had been amplified… What a powerful transformation process…!

“Atta boy! Good job!” said Tiara with a sinister laugh as the corners of her mouth curled into a malicious smile.

“Heh. How does it feel, Gerald? To have the person you regarded as your younger brother beat you up like this… How does it feel to know that even a dog like Chester is more than enough to kill you?!”

Tiara then returned to her indifferent

“Whatever the case is, since you’re going to die here anyway, I may as well have Chester deal the finishing blow! I hope you enjoy the experience of being killed by your very own brother! Chester! This here is

Gerald’s arm! Gerald himself could feel his arm growing slightly numb as the scent

chop

the first time, however, Chester seemed to hesitate the second he heard the following order. Though the dagger was still in his hand, he was simply frozen in that position. It was

straight into Gerald’s eyes, a voice seemed to emanate

doing, Chester? Snap out of that daze and slice his

Chester as his entire body began

deep breath, Chester then slowly began

attempt to dodge it even if he wanted to. Chester’s current strength was simply far too

could do was watch as the dagger—whose tip was facing downward—got slowly raised to an optimal point… Before

he had only been a step away from achieving the baptism of heaven.

think that he was going to be ended by Tiara before he could even manage to deal

he was nothing more than a puppet to Tiara now, incapable of disobeying her orders… Whatever the case was, Gerald continued focusing on the rapidly descending dagger as

an eternity as all sorts of memories began flooding his mind. It was

a saying that moments before a person died, their life would quite literally flash before their very eyes within tenths of a second.