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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 312
It had barely been an hour since that catastrophe.
Gerald didn’t want to talk about it in front of Felicity and the rest, so after greeting Naomi, he hurried Queta away.
“Hot d*mn, holy cow!” Yvonne exclaimed in frustration. “That Gerald has some guts, huh? Felicity and the counselor
are both here, but he didn’t even say a quick hello to them? You ladies saw it, too! He completely ignored us!”
To herself, Yvonne thought about how someone like Gerald ought to show someone like her only the utmost
courtesy and always mind his manners.
Instead, he’d snubbed them! Yvonne wouldn’t stand for it.
Neither Felicity nor Cassandra could believe how Gerald had treated them, either.
They hadn’t greeted him, but he hadn’t greeted them, either. He’d grown some balls.
“Hmph! Loser! I couldn’t care less!” Felicity huffed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Alright, alright…leave Gerald alone, now.” Naomi tried to salvage the situation. “I noticed he was in a bad mood
just now. Something’s probably happened and he was too preoccupied to say hi, that’s all.”
“You don’t have to defend that person, Naomi. He’s free to do as he pleases. Hmph! Anyway, we’re going to
Wayfair Mountain Entertainment later—we’d best hurry home and try on our new clothes! Isn’t that right, Felicity?”
Remembering that they’d be making a trip to that wonderful Wayfair Mountain Entertainment as soon as today,
nothing could bring Yvonne down right now.
Felicity’s company superiors were having a friendly gathering at the villa. Since their top personality Felicity was one
of Mayberry’s own, she was naturally entitled to bring a few guests along.
Now that Exceptional Live had risen to become a national-level media platform, they were worth a lot more these
days. That meant better company vacations in nicer spots!
Suddenly, Naomi’s phone rang. She took the call, grunted in acknowledgement a couple of times, and then hung
up.
Anxiously, she reported, “Felicity, that was the car rental service. Their driver has just left on urgent business and all
their other drivers are at some wedding function, so there isn’t anyone to drive the Mercedes-Benz G-500 we
reserved! They’ve asked if we’d be able to find our own driver!”
“What! The driver dumped us? D*mn it! It’s just one thing after another…” Felicity was fuming. “How am I supposed
to find a driver last-minute to take us there? Anyway, I always hand-pick my drivers—they have to be good-looking!
Every detail counts when going for an event like this!”
Really! Why did everything have to be so complicated?
“That’s right! Among us, only the counselor can drive, but as she’s going as a guest of honor, that’s out of the
question!” Yvonne squealed. “Anyway, we can’t ask the counselor to serve as our driver!”
“Oh, I’ve just remembered that Gerald has a driving licence! He could do it!” Naomi exclaimed. “Shall we ask him to
be our driver, then? He’s even been to that villa before!”
The truth was that Naomi was serving a personal agenda of her own here.
Previously, Gerald had really borne the appearance of someone who’d suddenly struck it rich, indulging in luxuries
left and right. After a while, however, he’d gone right back to ground.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHis classmates believed that he’d splurged it all away, and that was the end of it.
However, that brief period in the limelight had also left Gerald with a nasty preoccupation with appearances.
Naomi hadn’t failed to notice this.
She was asking him to be their driver now because she knew that Felicity had commissioned their previous driver
for nearly a thousand dollars.
A thousand bucks for an afternoon’s work. It was a lovely arrangement.
Yvonne was the first to protest. “No, no way! Naomi, didn’t you hear what Felicity said? We need a good-looking
driver, not some crass dork like Gerald! Forget about it!”
Felicity, however, arched one eyebrow and murmured, “Hmm…I actually think Naomi’s suggestion has some merit.
Crass and dorky though he may be, Gerald has a certain innocence about him which is rather refreshing. Mm-
hmm…our old dorm-mate Xavia wasn’t entirely without taste. I’ll just need to give him a bit of a makeover and he
might even do very well as our driver!”
“Okay. Let’s give him a shot, then! He can drive, after all!” Cassandra raised no disagreement.
“Alright. Naomi, give Gerald a call. Tell him I’d like him to be our driver!”
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