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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1552
‘…Could… I have heard wrong…? There’s just no way, right…?’ Giya thought to herself as she slowly looked around in disbelief, trying to find the source of that shout.

However, the second she saw him, she was so shocked that she felt that she was possibly still dreaming!

She wanted to say something, anything. But it felt like a lump in her throat was preventing her from saying a word…

As for Sia, she turned to look at Gerald—who was already walking toward the stage—before shouting in surprise, “Huh? You… Know that woman, Gerald?”

“Hah! I guess that loser was so entranced by her that he couldn’t help but walk over! From the looks of it, he doesn’t seem like the kind of person who has the money to buy her over through auctioning either!” scoffed Beau.

“Who exactly is he? How rude! If he ends up offending Young Master Turnbull, he’ll definitely end up dead soon! With that said, let’s keep our distance from him!” muttered Yosef with a frown.

Though Sia wanted to at least try to stop the agitated Gerald, he had already made it to the stage by that point.

was holding their breaths—unsure of what to even expect to happen—Giya was already in tears as

I’m late! I’m so sorry…!” shouted Gerald as he hugged her

meaning of this,

much then purchase her first, you shabbily-dressed son of a b*tch! Actually, do you think

heirs were feeling extremely dissatisfied by Gerald’s

the main ship? Regardless, please remember not to admit to knowing him should Young Master Turnbull decide to interrogate us later!” grumbled Fia as she glared

you

feet as he asked, “Are you the only one here? Where are the

the end, Baelfire purchased me! However, know that despite being repeatedly humiliated by him, I always tried to fight back the best that I

let’s go!” replied Gerald as

to leave when Baelfire—who had already been annoyed by the fact that Gerald had ignored his earlier statement— furiously shouted, “Hey, now! Where the hell did you even come from, you b*stard? Are you treating me like I don’t exist? Are you even aware of whose

Young Master Turnbull, I’d like to send my friend home first for her to properly recuperate.

sentence ended, a roar of laughter could