Chapter 1365
The Secretly Rich Man
Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1365
ââ¦What? Sheâs gone missingâ¦?!â growled Queena in rage.
âP-please spare me, masterâ¦! She truly was still in her room earlier! While I did hear her talking to someone earlier, I didnât pay much attention to it since I simply assumed that she was talking to Hattie!
By the time I went in to check on her again, she was nowhere to be seen and Hattie was already in a coma!â
As the servant had said before, Hattie was the personal maid that Queena had assigned for Jasmine, and true to the servantâs words, the second Queena entered the room for herself, she found that Jasmine really was absent and that Hattie was still lying in a coma!
Following that, Queena closed her eyes slightly to concentrate on her surroundings.
A little while later, she opened them again before coldly saying, ââ¦From what I can tell, she was rescued by others earlier. I believe they havenât escaped too far, so launch an immediate search party for them around the area!â
Shuddering with fear, everyone immediately obeyed, running off to fulfill Jasmineâs orders.
Meanwhile, a slightly fearful Jasmine found herself by a large river as she continued trying to struggle free from the random middle-aged man who had kidnapped her.
The strange-looking person had appeared in her room about half an hour ago, and without saying a word, he had easily knocked Hattie out before bringing her all the way here at incredibly high speeds!
In fact, he had been so fast that throughout their journey to the riverside, Jasmine had felt like she was flying!
Aside from Gerald and Queena, Jasmine hadnât seen anyone this capable, and that was honestly what scared Jasmine the most. The fact that he had brought her to some large river that was surrounded by tall trees only served to increase her terror.
âPlease, just let me free⦠Who even are youâ¦?â asked the frightened Jasmine.
âIs there even a need to ask? Iâm clearly the one saving you!â replied the middle-aged man with a faint smile.
ââ¦Do you know Gerald? Was he the one who told you to come save me?â asked Jasmine, not knowing who else could be acquainted with such an exceptional person other than Gerald.
ââ¦In a way. Regardless, even if he hadnât told me to save you, Iâd still have done so!â said the slightly hunchbacked manâwho had also been carrying an odd, large bag on his back this entire timeâas he flashed a slightly bitter smile.
Though his scar-filled faceâthat also littered with burn marksâwould strike fear in just about anyone, the second Jasmine heard what he said, she was instantly filled with joy.
âSo you really do know Gerald! Where is he now? Why didnât he come over to save me himself?â asked Jasmine, hints of anxiousness in her voice.
âHeâs been with me for a while, and heâs currently busy dealing with something important. Regardless, since you know Gerald well, Iâm sure youâre well aware that he has a soft spot for you. With that in mind, as long as youâre still locked up by that woman, he wonât be able to eat or sleep well!â explained the middle-aged man.
Upon hearing that, Jasmine found herself overflowing with joy. So she was still significant to him! Well, maybe not significant, but at the very least, he was still worried for her!
It was at that moment that Jasmine realized that she didnât yearn for much. After all, all it took for her to be satisfied was for Gerald to show concern about her, just like he currently was.
ââ¦Hold on, you told me that even if Gerald hadnât told you to save me, youâd still have done so. Why is that, sir?â asked Jasmine, feeling slightly bewildered.
For some odd reason, Jasmine now felt that the middle-aged man wasnât as frightening as he had been before. While it probably had something to do with their brief conversation earlier, she felt that it was also because she was finally able to have a proper look at his eyes.
His gazeâwhenever he looked at herâseemed particularly gentle, and anyone who saw it would be prompted to behave more friendly toward him.
âYou truly do resemble your aunt, Jasmine! Like two peas in a pod! Actually, scratch that. You resemble Queta even more!â replied the man with a slight chuckle.
ââ¦You⦠You know my nameâ¦? Actually, hold on, you even know who my aunt and cousin are?
Who⦠Who exactly are youâ¦?â asked the puzzled Jasmine.
âBut of course I know who all of you are! Hell, it wouldnât be a stretch for me to say that I know more about the Fendersons than you do!â said the man with a bitter smile before revealing a photograph that had been hidden under his sleeve⦠It was a photograph of Queta.
Being an extremely smart woman, the shocked Jasmine found herself carefully observing the middle-
aged manâs eyes. Eventually, it hit her.
No wonder he felt so familiar⦠Not only did his eyes resemble Geraldâs, but the shape of their faces were similar as well!