The Secretly Rich Man
Chapter 312

Gerald Crawford: The Secretly Rich Man Novel (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.

"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.

His 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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