The Secretly Rich Man

Chapter 100

Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 100

“Oho, you must be Kenneth’s girlfriend, Irene! My car is right over there, haha! Look all you want, it’s nothing special. Half a million, barely worth anything! After you’ve finished your inspection, let’s all go grab a bite to eat!” Saying this, Sean led them off jovially. “Hey, hey! Mila, don’t you want to see it too? Oh, that’s right… best not to, perhaps. Even if you saw it, it’s not like your boyfriend could afford one for himself. Not like Kenneth, who has a Ferrari. Also, also, Mila… Do you need some spending money? I hope you understand. If it were not for Sean offering to treat us to a meal, I’d ask Kenneth to give you guys a lift. However, since we’ll be leaving with Sean in a bit, if you need some cash for a taxi, all you need to do is ask!” Irene hugged herself and giggled. She absolutely had to capitalize on every advantage. Coming from anyone else, Mila wouldn’t be troubled. But this girl, whom she had always beaten at everything over all these years, to finally be lording it over her like this… it irked her all the way to her bones. “Who cares! No one wants to see it, anyway!” Mila was spitting fire and was just about to drag Gerald away with her. “Let’s go see!” Gerald suggested suddenly, rubbing his nose with a grin. Firstly, it felt as though Mila was curious to see this Lamborghini herself, and she definitely didn’t want to walk away still fuming over Irene. Secondly, Gerald himself wanted to see it. He was interested in making a comparison against his own Lambo! More importantly, there was something very familiar about those two…

“Alright, alright, let’s all go have a look. But Sean is only friends with Kenneth, don’t expect him to treat you guys as well!” Irene grinned. Gerald then led Mila over to join everyone. The moment he clapped eyes on that Gallardo, a memory came flooding back to him! Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

No wonder he felt as though he’d seen them before. These two had been with that salesperson, back when Gerald had been shopping for his car! The girl had been wearing heavy make-up at that time. Today, she’d had to take a test, so she was only wearing light make-up. That was why he had failed to make the connection right away. He could remember this Mina girl sitting in the car, refusing to get out. Haha, what a small world! “I say, you can really tell this sports car cost over half a million. It’s simply majestic! It’s something else!” “Sean, will we all be going in your car later?” Irene cooed enviously. “No problem! Oh? Kenneth, are these two here your friends?” Sean turned when he noticed Gerald and Mila. Of course, the one he noticed wasn’t Gerald, but rather, the invigorating, captivating, and otherworldly beauty named Mila. Gorgeous. Even more of a looker than Kenneth’s girlfriend, Irene. “Hoho, this is my younger cousin, and that loser beside her is her boyfriend!” Irene announced sourly. She put particular emphasis on the word ‘boyfriend’ as though she wanted everyone to pay close attention to that fact. “I see!” Sean smiled brightly and walked up to shake hands with Mila. Put off by the unconcealed lust in his eyes, she backed away from him. Sean’s handshake was intercepted by Gerald, instead. “How do you do?” “Argh!” Sean frowned darkly, annoyed to be shaking hands with some bum. Deflating somewhat, he glanced at Gerald briefly. “How do you—the hell?! You again?!” He instantly recognized Gerald and stood there stunned. In fact, he was shaking with disbelief. Not that Gerald was ugly by any measure, but stick him in a crowd and he’d blend right in, especially with the sort of clothes he typically wore. He wasn’t the eye-catching sort of guy. It was only at this moment that Sean had detected his presence here and was paralyzed by this discovery. This was the Mr. Crawford who had put down nearly three million for a car without so much as batting

an eyelash! “Why, Mr. Crawford! What a pleasure to see you again!” Sean shook his hands enthusiastically. “What, what?” Irene gabbled. “Sean, what did you just call him?!”