Chapter 1414

Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1414 Naturally, Gerald didn’t feel the need to give this group of people any face at all. After all, he wasn’t even well acquainted with any of them.

Layla herself was now feeling exceedingly surprised. Finding it harder and harder to breathe by the second, she eventually managed to shout, “…G-Gerald…?!”

While she hadn’t personally met up with him for the longest time, she had heard that he was now a very powerful person. With him having such a high social position, how could she ever dare to claim that she once had ties with him? It was due to that, that the poor girl was shocked speechless the first few seconds she noticed that Gerald was present.

While Layla didn’t even dare to say another word now, Westlyn, on the other hand, was now equally surprised as she was mad.

“Good god! How absolutely frustrating! Is Wayfair Mountain Entertainment truly still the best mountain villa in Weston? After all, not only did they hire a blind waitress, but I guess any tom, dick, or harry can just enter this place as they please now! I’ve not gone blind, have I?!”

This was supposed to be a place that symbolized a person’s power! The fact that even someone like Gerald could enter made Westlyn feel utterly insulted!

“Yeah, how the hell did he get in anyway?” asked the other girls in the group who were all thinking the same thing.

“Jerome, could you notify the leader of this place so that he can drive this bumpkin out of here?” asked Westlyn.

“No problem! A single word with the boss will be sufficient to drive this eyesore out of here, Westlyn!”

scoffed the bespectacled guy from before as he fished his cell phone out with a nod.

While Jerome was still on the call, Gerald simply laughed before smiling bitterly as he said, “You’re actually trying to kick me out of this place? Did I hear that wrong?”

“You…! Just you wait, you piece of trash!” roared the vicious Westlyn.

By then, Jerome had already ended the call, and he was now staring helplessly at both Gerald and Westlyn.

“G-Gerald! I only ended up dropping my tray because they bumped into me earlier!” stuttered the terrified Layla as she instantly tried to explain the situation to him, hoping not to lose her job.

“Oh, it’s quite alright. You wouldn’t have been in any trouble in the first place, even if you had smashed the trays into their faces!” replied Gerald with a smile.

“…You… How dare you?! Have you gone insane?! Did you actually just think of hitting me?!” roared the seething mad Westlyn.

It was seconds later when a middle-aged man—in his forties—could be seen running toward the group.

By the time he was standing before them, his entire body was all sweaty and he was panting quite a bit. Even so, he quickly caught his breath before respectfully shouting, “M-Mr. Crawford!”

Since Gerald hadn’t met this person before, he simply assumed that he was new to the villa. Though he didn’t really know what position the middle-aged man held, Gerald simply slid his hands into his pocket before saying, “We don’t welcome people like them in here. Kick them out, please!”

Upon hearing that, Westlyn and the others were instantly stunned. Was he actually giving orders to the chief executive officer here? This couldn’t be, right? By god!

Glancing for a brief moment at Gerald, the middle-aged man simply ignored his statement before turning to look at Jerome and respectfully shaking his hand while saying, “Didn’t you say that you’d only be coming over at noon, Mr. Crawford?”

“My friends were all just a little antsy, that’s all. Besides, how could we possibly finish walking around Wayfair Mountain Entertainment if we start at noon? It’s simply too massive!” replied Jerome with a subtle smile.

At that moment, all the girls suddenly burst out laughing.

“To think I was actually scared half to death just now!” shouted Westlyn in between laughs as she patted her chest.

“…Scared to death?” asked the middle-aged man, unsure as to what was going on.

“Yeah! I mean, didn’t you hear him responding when you shouted Mr. Crawford’s name earlier? To think that that idiot actually thought you were talking to him! What more, he even ordered you to drive all of us out! Oh god, I think I’m going to die laughing!” shouted Westlyn as she clutched onto her belly.

“I know right? Just look at him, being all pretentious! To think that we almost fell for it too!” scoffed one of the other girls as those from Westlyn’s group continued laughing.

“…Indeed! And here I was wondering who this kid was! Interrupting me while I’m greeting Mr.

Crawford… The nerve!” shouted Mr. Zealey coldly.