The Secretly Rich Man

Chapter 304

Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 304 Word about this whole incident, with the maiming of Damien Rye, was guaranteed to get out.

The question was how Damien himself would spin it.

“Do you know them, Gerald?” Seeing all these powerful people gathering outside the hospital, Quetastood beside, feeling anxious.

“I know them; but they don’t know me.” Gerald smiled wryly. “They’re just here to visit somebody. Nevermind about it!”

“That gave me a fright! I thought that woman had summoned a bunch of thugs!” Queta gave a long sighof relief.

After one last look at them, Gerald turned to go. He drove Queta back to her place.

Zack Lyle had some dirt on Damien Rye, so the latter would probably hesitate to stir up further trouble.

Along the way, Gerald didn’t forget to bring up that other matter, concerning a change in employmentfor Queta.novelbin

“By the way, Queta… interested in changing jobs?” he asked with a smile.

If she wanted to, she could have her pick of any position in Mayberry International. It wasn’t out of thecards to just build a kindergarten for her, either.

“I have also been meaning to ask you about this…” Queta replied. “Today, Manager Thornton told methat they might be interested in investing in the kindergarten, and even providing me with training atSunnydale University! I’ll be attending some Psychology lectures there as soon as tomorrow!”

“Oh? That’s great!” Gerald nodded.

Ah… at times the thoughtfulness of men is no match for the consideration of women.

Many universities held community classes for people who were already working a job, or who hadnever received a higher education themselves.

He’d actually had the same idea before—about getting Queta signed up for such classes—but he’d justnever found the time.

Well, this was an agreeable turn of events. Sunnydale was on par with his own Mayberry University.Everyone said so.

Gerald wanted to show her his own sincerity, so he promised that whenever he was free, he’d comesee her at Sunnydale.

After dropping her off, he finally returned to his room at almost ten-thirty.

It had been an exhausting day. He fell asleep right away.

Two days passed without any incidents. Gerald spent this time studying quietly in the library. Summerbreak would be coming soon—but before that, the term exams.

That same day, at around 10 a.m., Gerald was attempting model questions in the library.

Suddenly, a sweet fragrance wafted over from his side.

It was the smell of a woman.

Turning to look, Gerald found a tall girl taking the seat beside him.

Everyone knows what it’s like inside a university library—particularly star students such as Gerald—research and revision were going on non-stop, and the place was packed to the brim.

Gerald had been occupying this spot since 5.30 in the morning.

It started to get a little crowded in there.

The girl was tall, slender, and statuesque, with skin as fair as porcelain. Long hair cascaded down toher waist. She was a serene, captivating beauty.

One could tell that it wouldn’t have been her first choice to sit down next to some guy—but it was theonly empty seat left.

This was compounded by how all the guys had been eyeing on her since she came in, causing her tofeel terribly self-conscious. Gerald meanwhile was fully engrossed in his studies, which afforded hersome small measure of reprieve.

Blushing faintly, she gave him a little nod and a smile, then sat down and opened her book.

Resting her head upon one hand, turning the pages with the other… she was a mesmerizing portrait tobehold.

“Damn it, that babe went and sat over there!”

“Come on! I’m a hundred times better looking than that turd! Ah, I can’t take this!”

Jealous cries arose from the local menfolk.

“Ah-choo!” Meanwhile, inhaling the scent of a woman elicited a great sneeze from Gerald.

Immediately realizing that it was her own perfume at fault here, the girl flushed bright red, and beganedging her chair away from him.

But for Gerald, this unfortunate event was only the beginning.

He lowered his head to focus on his work.

Drip. Splat.

All of a sudden, his nose was on fire—and then blood began to trickle out from it, dripping onto thepapers before him.

He needed a tissue, right now!

Fidgeting about anxiously, he saw that the girl had turned away from him, her head laid upon one handwith discretion. Her other hand, however, surreptitiously extended a pack of tissues his way.

Her face was similar to a sight of a wildfire, blazing red.

As for Gerald, right then he’d wish for nothing better than to find a hole to crawl into…

… and then maybe he’d just die there.