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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1555
Everyone else had their eyes widened in incredulity as well, now finally realizing that the person on stage was none other than the one and only Mr. Crawford of Sacrasolis Palace!

As everyone remained momentarily shocked, Carlos broke the silence by saying, “So, Mr. Crawford, what should we do with this person?”

From the way he said it, it was clear that Carlos cared little about the consequences, and the same went for Gerald’s other men on stage.

The only one who had initially been slightly hesitant was Yeshua, who had planned on advising Gerald not to mess with the Turnbulls. After all, they were a top major family who owned over half of Yanam’s wealth! What more, those in the Turnbull family were also relatives of the King of Yanam! In short, that family had a deeply-rooted position there…

With that in mind, the fact that Mr. Crawford had just killed Hooper Turnbull’s only son spelled nothing but complete disaster!

Even so, after realizing how much Carlos and the others revered Gerald, Yeshua held his tongue. Since things had already gotten this far anyway, he may as well take Gerald as his only guide.

‘I guess we’re enemies with that family now… So be it!’ Yeshua thought to himself.

Either way, Lenox was already well aware that the murderous people before him were all very capable and powerful. With that said, the second he heard Carlos’s question, he instantly got to his knees in fright before pleading, “P-Please…! Please, don’t kill me…!”

Upon hearing that, Gerald simply turned to look at him before sneering, “You’re just a dog, aren’t you? Are you even worthy enough to be killed by me?”

then, listen closely… I want you to send what remains of Baelfire’s corpse back to the Turnbull family…

spine,

way that Lenox felt as though his soul had just been

over to Baelfire’s corpse pieces, the man then

passed out from all

ordered, “Carlos! Take Miss Quarrington for her to get

of a familiar person’s back… Though she was standing near the edges of the crowd, Gerald recognized that back anywhere, and

with a friend of hers, and both of them were draped in white

his attention. Looking at the taller and leaner woman between the two, Gerald was now more

back… it belonged to

to himself, his eyelids twitching as he

that he had mistaken other people for Mila several times by now,

himself back as he leaped from the stage and landed right behind the leaving

anxious, Gerald placed his hands against his back—in an