The Secretly Rich Man
Chapter 149

Gerald Crawford: The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 149

The person who hit him was none other than Cassandra.

He didn't know when did she even come over and she glared at Gerald angrily as she said:

"Gerald, what do you want me to say about you now? You are really getting more and more useless by the day. I asked you to clean up but you are actually secretly playing your cell phone here? Alas, do you know that you simply won the lottery and that is it? People who are really rich are also still working hard at this time. Let me tell you something, Gerald. You have no capital to compare with anyone else anyway but your thoughts are still so habitual! Do you know that this will lead you to mediocrity forever?"

After getting slapped, it was followed by a series of rebukes and endless remarks by Cassandra.

Damn it!

If Cassandra did not add him on the WeChat account, Gerald would have already lost his temper by now.

He couldn't help but think about the fact that Cassandra was treating him like this in reality, but she was treating him so differently on WeChat.

Gerald enjoyed this kind of good but evil feeling.

It might be a little perverted, but it really felt very good.

Gerald did not say anything and he hurriedly cleaned up the room for Cassandra.

After that he went back to his dormitory.

On the way back.

Cassandra sent Gerald a text message again: "Oh, Ordinary Man, do you think that some students are destined to be mediocre in life? Alas, there is a student named Gerald in our class. I don't know if you will recognize him but he is the kind of pathetic jerk who makes people feel disgusted with him even at first glance!"

"But God must be really blind to let him win the lottery. Do you know what a show off he is? All of his actions and behaviors simply proves that he has no future at all. It is also very painstaking for me to teach someone like him. How can I possibly have a student like him?"

Cassandra sent two successive messages to express her dissatisfaction.

Although there was some sort of nasty enjoyment in texting her, Gerald could not help but feel furious when he saw her messages.

Cassandra, oh Cassandra. No matter what it is, I am still your student for so many years after all. I have always done everything that you asked me to do.

In the end, in your heart, I am just a student who makes you feel disgusted? I am just a student who is so disgusting to the point that I cannot even disgust you any further?

"You bitch!"

Gerald replied directly.

"Ahh? What's the matter? Ordinary Man, I know that as his teacher, I should not be saying these kinds of things about my student. However, when you see him for yourself, then you will definitely know what I am talking about. Yes, he does look quite handsome but apart from that, he is really useless!"

Cassandra did not dare to curse at him even after getting scolded.

Instead, she kept explaining herself, out of fear that she would be leaving a bad impression of herself on Ordinary Man.

Hahaha. What would her expression be when she finds out that the person that she was chatting with right now, was none other than the student who has always made her feel sick and disgusted? Gerald could not help but grin wickedly.

He replied a few words in a prevaricating manner before he returned to his dormitory.

Today was Friday and there were no classes.

Harper and the others would usually be at the internet cafes on any ordinary day.

But since Felicity was doing a live broadcast later in the afternoon, it would be a very difficult one, so everyone chose to stay back at the dormitory to watch her live broadcast.

"Felicity will definitely be able to win the popularity competition this time. She even earned more than fifteen thousand dollars a month! Ordinary Man is really damn cool! He turned Felicity into a popular female anchor with his very own hands!"

"Ahh! Felicity is going to become a real internet celebrity in future, earning big bucks for herself. On the other hand, just look at us! I don't even know where I am going to do my internship! Ahh!"

As soon as Gerald returned to his dormitory, he could hear Harper talking to Benjamin.

How do you put it? There was a hint of jealousy and envy.

After all, he was a man but he would not be able to make as much money as a girl.

Gerald had already estimated this outcome.

After all, Felicity was promoted on the official public screen because of his own financing.

This was equivalent to doing indirect advertising for Felicity.

When he left her live broadcast room, her popularity had already broken through the seventy thousand viewers mark.

This way, she would be able to garner enough support based on the other gifts given to her by her other new fans and the other big brothers who were also attracted to her. She would undoubtedly be able to pass the competition and become the uncrowned anchor of the live broadcast platform.

There was no need for anticipation at all because she would undoubtedly win the top spot in the competition tonight.

"Gerald, you are back! By the way, when we went to pick up the courier this afternoon, there was also a package that came for you. It seems like a piece of paper. Take a look at it!"

Harper replied before he handed a small envelope over to him.

Gerald wondered in curiosity as he took the envelope and plonked on his bed to rip it open.

It turned out to be a ticket to the Rivington Beach Entertainment Night.

The sender was Elena.

Gerald suddenly recalled Elena informing him that the party would begin on Saturday and it would end on Sunday night. It would be two days in total.

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