The Secretly Rich Man
Chapter 454

Gerald Crawford: The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 454 Hayward mocked Gerald before ushering Sharon away with him happily.

Lilian squatted and started sobbing.

"Oh! Mr. Crawford! How come you're here?"

A voice suddenly spoke.

A middle-aged man clad in a suit and leather shoes trotted towards Gerald.

"You are?"

Gerald thought he looked really familiar, but couldn't put a name to it.

"Well, Mr. Crawford, it's normal for you not to know who I am. But I know who you are. I was also there at your last reception meeting in Serene County. I witnessed how you took the day with grace. My name is Blake Wadford. Mr. Lyle has just recruited me into the group as the events planning manager. Are you also here to attend Miss Larson's birthday banquet?"

The man smiled and rubbed his hands nervously.

Lilian's sobbing stopped, as she stared at the men blankly.

Even Hayward and Sharon who were about to enter the hotel were confused with the statement they heard.

"Oh! Hello, Mr. Wadford. So you planned Miss Larson's birthday banquet too?"

Gerald couldn't seem to figure it out. Which Miss Larson was he talking about? Why was someone from his own group planning her birthday banquet?

"Ahem. Of course! It's Miss Elena Larson's birthday today. Since we're all members of the same group, it goes without saying that I should be helping out in her banquet arrangements. Many owners of Mayberry Commercial Street will be here too today. Anyways, the whole lot of them will be moving into Yorknorth Mountain Commercial Street in the second half of the year together, so this kinda feels like a gathering too."

Blake explained.

"Oh, I see!"

Gerald felt a twang of uneasiness creeping up.

Elena was also friends with him. So, why wasn't he invited?

"Mr. Wadford, you know Gerald?"

Lilian asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.

She was observing the look on Hayward's face right now.

Lilian felt as though this was a good chance to make a comeback.

Could this be the man that her friend, Quilla had arranged to come and rescue?

After all, Quilla had been keeping an eye on the situation nearby, but she had not shown up yet. The more she thought about it, the more Lilian was convinced that this was all staged by Quilla. "Of course, I know Mr. Crawford. Even if I didn't know him, his car is definitely recognizable." Mr. Wadford responded, pointing at the Mercedes Benz G500.

Perfect!

Lilian was certain that her best friend had made the move.

She had zero clue how Quilla managed to find someone like him, but it felt really good.

Since Hayward and Sharon insulted Gerald earlier, it would be tough for Lilian to explain herself if he were to just walk away.

Plus, Gerald wouldn't be happy about it either.

Since he was already here, just in time for Elena's birthday, he figured he'd pop by inside to take a look then. This would also be a slap in the face for Hayward and perhaps stop him from being so pretentious. Gerald turned to Blake and said, "Mr. Wadford, why don't you give me two tickets then? I didn't bring it with me today."

"Oh? Okay! Of course, Mr. Crawford."

Blake nodded.

Lilian peered at Gerald, as though she was trying to remind him not to overdo it. This was Miss Larson's birthday banquet. How would this man be able to give them admission tickets if he was just here to put on an act?

But much to Lilian's surprise, Blake whipped out the tickets for Gerald.

Hayward and Sharon were stunned too.

Gerald was oblivious to his surroundings. He simply pulled Lilian into his arms as he said, "Come, let's go. Let me bring you to a banquet today!"

Lilian was taken aback and confused when Gerald suddenly pulled her into his embrace, but regained her senses and gently held his waist back.

The both of them breezed into the hotel, under Hayward's envious glare.

'Damn it! Why thick could Gerald get?'

Hayward thought in envy.

He then followed closely behind the pair and went in as well...<

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