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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1511
The second they saw Carlos kneel, everyone’s eyes instantly widened.

The hell? Wasn’t this the extraordinarily powerful and evil Third-Rank Master, Carlos Xenes? Was he actually kneeling before this young man before even attempting to make a single move? How was this even possible?

Who… Who was this young man…?

As the people in the crowd continued discussing the matter among themselves, Xyrielle herself simply stared at Gerald who was now calmly walking closer to the kneeling old man, his hands still in his pockets.

Xyrielle hadn’t expected any of this to happen. Nobody had.

Whatever the case was, he was now no longer hiding his pressuring and powerful aura, and anyone who sensed it would surely feel their hearts palpitate. Xyrielle, of course, was no exception to that.

As for Ghose, he quickly recovered from the shock of Carlos kneeling before Gerald and—with rapidly twitching eyelids—turned to stare at the approaching youth.

Upon stepping before the old man, Gerald took a hand out before holding onto Carlos’s head as though he was punishing a naughty child.

“Now then… Why didn’t you just wait obediently for me to kill you back then? I’m sure you knew what was coming, right? Despite that, you fled the moment I got slightly distracted by some pleas for help…”

“P-please, Deity! It was wrong for me to have tried to escape! I shouldn’t have run away!” cried out Carlos as tears began rolling down his cheeks.

proper elder should be, you know? Either way, it’s impossible for a person to truly escape if I want them dead! Wouldn’t you agree?” replied Gerald with a

said Carlos, his entire body already

announcing in an indifferent tone, “Regardless, I’m here today representing the Quantocks for the right to gain control! If anyone’s against that, you’re free to

and I almost forgot to mention this. You don’t need to challenge me one

put on an innocent smile, everyone below stage

“What did he say?”

“My god! How ruthless!”

dissatisfaction, nobody dared to say

such mockery. Understanding that Gerald didn’t even consider him to be an opponent, Ghose found himself growling, “Don’t you think you’re being a bit too

You’ve been standing there for a while

roared the

say, “You shameless brat! There’s no need to hold back, Master Ghose! Just kill this

that Gerald would actually dare to claim control… He truly was

before growling, “I’ll show you

the sharpened blade as Ghose

the best the

third slash, and Ghose knew that for a fact since

through Gerald’s soul, Ghose was more than certain that the