The Secretly Rich Man
Chapter 441

Gerald Crawford: The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 441 "Sharon, you- You! How dare you slap me! Hayward this b*tch just slapped me!"

While she said that, Lilian looked at Hayward while cupping a hand over her hurt cheek.

However, Hayward only averted his gaze. It was clear whose side he was on.

"I... I see... So that's how it is... To think that I was that blind before to not be able to see what kind of person you really were..."

Lilian's voice was quivering. She then turned around and ran away in tears.

Sharon slammed her fork and spoon on the table. She was in no mood to enjoy her meal anymore after such a mess. Soon after, both of them left the restaurant.

'What a pity to see two best friends fighting like enemies now...' Gerald thought to himself.

From what had played out before him, Gerald could get the gist of what had happened among the three.

It would seem that Lilian and Sharon were both getting more assertive over Hayward because of the properties that he now owned.

In the past when Hayward was still poor, they never treated him well even though he had always stayed by their sides.

It was a completely different story now. Ever since he owned a few properties and managed to get some great connections, he had essentially become a rich and handsome man to them.

What more, to both Lilian and Sharon, the experience he had gained while obtaining the properties and connections must also have made him more solemn and mature.

Gerald could definitely understand their situation.

However, he wasn't sure how the two girls would react if they ever caught wind that the things Hayward now had were all given to him.

Gerald simply sneered while shaking his head before smiling in resignation.

After finishing his meal, he left the restaurant. However, the minute Gerald's foot stepped out of the restaurant, a hand grabbed on to his other.

"Oh! My grandson, please wait for a short while!"

Looking down to see who was holding on to his leg, Gerald saw an old man sitting by the entrance.

"My god, what are you doing?" said Gerald, stunned.

"My grandson, you must be rich since you can afford to eat at this restaurant! Please spare me some money, I haven't eaten in days now!" said the old beggar as he crawled closer to hug Gerald's thigh. The old beggar looked dirty and his white hair stank.

He wouldn't let go of Gerald's leg until he got some money.

Understanding this, Gerald could only sigh as he reached into his wallet and handed a hundred dollar bill to the beggar.

In his mind, the old beggar was chuckling victoriously. 'I was right to choose this boy, he's filthy rich!'

The beggar immediately slid the money into his dirty front pocket but he didn't let go.

"Are you done?" asked Gerald, his tone getting angrier.

"My grandson, I need help with something else too... Could you please send me to a clinic? My leg is injured and I need to have it cured!"

"D*amn it you old beggar! Just because you're old you think you can blackmail me?"

Gerald was angry but also speechless.

"What old beggar? I just got into some trouble! I'm no beggar!" the man replied.

By then, several people were starting to surround the two. Naturally, the gossiping soon began as well.

Gerald sighed, thinking how unlucky he was. The old man had even addressed him as his grandson all this time.

In the end, Gerald brought him to the clinic across the road, defeated.

The Chinese medicine practitioner there treated the old man's leg in no time. As Gerald paid the hundred dollar bill, he could only glare at the old man bitterly. However, it was upon closer inspection that he saw that there was a tattoo on the old man's chest. It was the head of a dragon that looked rather intimidating.

'Could it really be that he really is some hero who's down on his luck?' Gerald thought to himself.

Maybe the old man really was influential and great once. Then again, it was none of Gerald's business.

He had spent a total of two hundred dollars on that old man. Usually he would never do something like that but it was just his luck that the old man had clung on so tightly on his leg and in public no less. Gerald was just about to leave when he noticed some news being broadcasted on a TV in the clinic. The news was being broadcasted on Mayberry TV and it was regarding Giya's disappearance. It was stated in the news that the police were already investigating the case.

It was clear that Giya's father had thought of using mass media to help look for Giya too.

Seeing the news, Gerald began blaming himself again.

There were a few more patients in the waiting room, waiting for their turn to meet the Chinese medicine practitioner. One of them sighed. "Such a beautiful girl... I do hope that she's safe. The world is filled with all kinds of villainous and perverted people nowadays..."

"I know right? Girls need to learn how to protect themselves when they're out and about..." said another patient.

"Hmm... I seem to recall seeing her a while back. She was blocked by a few men..." said the old beggar who had limped out and saw the news as well, now that his leg had been treated.

Gerald had just begun walking toward the door again when he froze in place.

"What? What did you say? You've met her?"

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