The Secretly Rich Man
Chapter 486

Gerald Crawford: The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 486

A waitress yelled at the top of her lungs.

"Get lost!!"

A man cursed.

The next thing everyone knew, the room door was kicked wide open.

A group of seven or eight brawny men with buzz cuts and gold necklaces around their necks rushed into the room.

Each of them had dragon-like tattoos carved over their bodies.

They definitely gave off an intimidating vibe.

Clad in short-sleeved shirts, they slowly looked around, staring deadly at the people inside the room at this moment.

The leader of the gang had on a T-shirt and a sling pouch bag.

He took a long puff before he growled in a raspy voice, "Who was the one who booked this room? I want you to move to another room now!"

"Why should we do that? Who do you guys think you are?"

Cindy asked angrily as she stood up. She was not afraid of them at all.

"Who am I? Hah, girl. I am Warrick Yackel. If you don't know who I am, go out on the streets and ask anyone about me!"

Warrick chuckled as he threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it.

Francesca raised her brows when she heard this.

This proved that she had heard of Warrick's name before this.

"Mr. Yackel, we're not done with our meals yet. So, how can we possibly move to another room then?"

Francesca asked politely, a tight smile pressed across her face.

"How? It's simple. Each of you just pick up your own damn dish in your hands and move elsewhere!"

Warrick retorted and sniggered.

The atmosphere was tense and awkward. Even Francesca did not know what else to say.

If they were to take their dishes out to eat, Waylon would definitely lose face.

Francesca could only helplessly hold down her irritated daughter as she tried to persuade Cindy to sit down.

Waylon and Milo both just calmly observed the situation unfold with delight.

But something felt amiss, and Waylon whispered worriedly, "What's going on? Gerald's one of those who hosted today's luncheon too. So, why isn't he doing anything at all? If we're going accordingly to plan, as soon as Gerald speaks up, they would immediately start beating him up! This is f*cking annoying!"

At the same time, Gerald thought to himself:

'Waylon and Milo are usually the types who enjoy being in the limelight. During such situations, they would be already showing off and trying to handle the situation to prove their own strengths and capabilities. I don't want to rob them of their opportunity to take charge. But it seems as though both of them are not going to say anything at all. What is going on?"

Gerald decided to remain seated and continued to observe further.

"Okay! Looks like none of you are going to speak up, right? Then, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Warrick cracked his knuckles and loosened his neck.

Boom!

Suddenly, Jacky slammed his hands on the table.

"Let's see how brave you guys are then! Don't you have any respect for the law? Xella, call the police now!"

Jacky fumed as he stared coldly at the group of men, one hand in his pocket.

Xella felt her cheeks turning pink as she felt Jacky's charm exuding out of him.

She stared wishfully at Jacky, her eyes filled with admiration.

Milo could not help but feel even more worried about Waylon.

Milo looked at Waylon, as though to say: "Look! Jacky is stealing all the limelight from you!"

Waylon simply smiled wryly as he thought to himself: 'He wants to steal the limelight from me? Heh. Fine, I'll let Jacky and Gerald steal the limelight from me first. My plan will not work if no one is trying to steal the limelight from me!'

Jacky, too felt a sense of accomplishment, like a hero. He turned around and looked at Xella, as though telling her not to worry, and that he had everything under control.

Xella simply nodded and quickly whipped out her cell phone to call the police.

"F*ck! So you're really not giving me any face at all. Brothers... beat him up!"

As soon as Warrick boomed, he picked up a stool from the side and threw it directly at Jacky.

As the fight broke out, one of the gang members snatched Xella's phone and broke it.

Xella's face immediately crunched in fear as she crouched defensively behind Waylon.

Jacky was pinned to the ground as the guys severely bludgeoned him up.

"Stop! Stop hitting him! Stop hitting him! What should I do now?!"

Francesca screamed in a frenzy and looked as though she was about to burst into tears.

Waylon saw that Cindy and Xella were completely helpless and almost reached their limits. But yet Gerald still remained calm and did not take any action. Waylon cursed below his breath and vowed to have someone else beat him up next time then.

Suddenly, the sound of someone slamming their hands on the table pierced through the air.

Waylon slipped his hands in his pockets, squinting in frustration. He tilted his head as he slowly muttered in disgust.

"I want you guys to stop right now!!!"

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