The Secretly Rich Man

Chapter 404

Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 404 Cindy giggled.

“Of course!”

Stony-faced, Leila snapped, “Cindy! Have you forgotten what you came here to ask about? And, and…weren’t you so worried about Gerald, just a moment ago? Aren’t you curious why he’s unscathed?”

“Oh, right! Gosh, in my excitement I quite forgot. Gerald, tell us. How are you still in one piece? And areall those guys outside your people?”

“Indeed… how am I still in one piece?” Gerald answered dumbly.

“We’re asking you!” Leila frowned, glaring at Gerald.

Then Gerald clapped a hand to his forehead. “Oh, I remember now. Just as I was about to come toblows with Louie, the patrons from next door burst into the room, and maybe they had some kind ofgrudge against Louie, because everyone started fighting on sight! In all that chaos, I managed to slipaway.” Gerald finished with a laugh.

Leila was so mad that words failed her.novelbin

Gerald was obviously lying. Slipped away? Like, out of the karaoke bar… and into the restaurant nextdoor, for a spot of fine dining? Who’d believe you!

Ah, forget it! She was too angry now, too agitated!

“Why don’t the two of you stay for dinner, too? It’ll be my treat, okay?” Gerald said pleasantly to Leila.

To be honest, seeing the mouth-watering feast that had been served, Leila felt extraordinarily tempted.All girls are gluttons, aren’t they?

But with the way things were between Gerald and her, how could she accept?

What about her pride?

“Hmph! No need—if we wanted to eat, we’d order something ourselves!” Folding her arms, Leilaglanced towards Douglas.

Oh, how she wanted to order something.

Douglas peeked into his wallet. A thousand bucks per pax… he’d started the night with a thousand fivehundred on each person. He’d picked up the tab for karaoke earlier, to the tune of a whopping onethousand and two hundred dollars. There was no way he could afford to whip out another couplethousands for an impromptu feast…

His family held influence—but not so much affluence…

“Um, well… Perhaps next time, Leila. My treat! It’s just… I’ve had too much to drink tonight!”

“You…” Leila could also tell that it was beyond his means.

She sighed wretchedly. Douglas felt the same.

They stood up to leave, but as they turned to go, they ended up knocking over a vase of flowers on aside table.

With a crash, the vase shattered on the floor.

Ah, crap! Douglas froze. A moment later, a waitress hurried into view, having heard the noise.

“Sir, this vase…” she began in a whisper.

“Just a bunch of lousy flowers, barely worth looking at. I’ll pay for them, alright? Here, one hundred. Isthat enough?” Fishing out a hundred-dollar bill, he slapped it down on the table.

How’s that for cool?

He glanced at his woman. “Leila, let’s get out of here!”

Swooning for him all of a sudden, Leila nodded submissively.

“Hold a moment, sir!”

“What’s the matter?”

“That was an artistic flower arrangement… Rather than a hundred dollars, it’s worth a thousand fivehundred!” The waitress declared with a smile.

Douglas was paralyzed on the spot. “What? A thousand five hundred?”