Chapter 654

Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 654

‘It seems that I can bump into him just about anywhere!’

‘Regardless, it seems that Gerald is doing quite well. After all, instead of taking the normal train, he chose to take the rail instead!’

After the simple greeting, the two of them chatted for a while longer before Maia eventually stopped talking to him.

While Gerald was simply trying to be nice to her, she didn’t seem to want to bother about him at all.

Gerald was fine with that, and he simply did the same.

After all, though it seemed like Maia was heading to the Salford Province to undergo some secret mission, Gerald wasn’t interested in it in the least.

Meanwhile, Queta had just finished cutting up another fruit. She could see that Gerald and Maia seemed to know each other. What more, she was sitting just opposite them.

Sensing the opportunity, Queta smiled as she asked Maia in a kind and warm tone, “I’ve just cut up a fruit, Miss. Would you like some?”

“Thanks, but I don’t eat fruits!” declined Maia casually.

To her, Gerald was still as lowly as ever. She naturally didn’t need to show any of his friends any respect either.

It was similar to a scenario where a circle of friends would completely ignore a single person, simply because everyone else there looked down on them as well.

Since Gerald was the person her group looked down upon, any friend of his would definitely be treated the same way.

On the contrary, if the person was quite powerful within the circle of friends, any friends they introduced would definitely be respected and favored upon by the others.

Queta’s initial intention was to make Gerald seem more respectful in front of his friends. Unexpectedly, the beautiful lady seemed to dislike her right off the bat.

After hearing her reply, Queta simply blushed before retracting her hand, feeling slightly bitter.

“Maia, I’ve brought along some tangerines over. They’re from my hometown relatives and they’re quite sweet! Here, let me peel one for you!” said Warren as he smiled at her.

While it was common for others to try pleasing them, given their high statuses, they weren’t going to just give random people a chance to please them. That would clearly be giving them too much respect.

After hearing Warren’s offer, Maia immediately nodded slightly.

“Tangerines from Mayberry are quite famous! We’re from the north so we rarely get to taste them. Let us have some too!” teased a few girls who sat just behind Maia.

Their group clearly consisted of people from all over the place.

“Sure thing. Here you go!” replied Warren with a smile as he handed a few tangerines to them.

After peeling one for Maia, Warren handed the tangerine over to her and she plopped it into her mouth before saying, “You’re right! It really is sweet!”

As Maia’s group began chatting about family affairs next, Gerald could see that Queta was blushing awkwardly as she stared at Maia.

Gerald couldn’t blame for feeling that way. After all, he was feeling slightly angry as well by Maia’s behavior.

It was clear that Maia didn’t respect Queta at all.

He then smiled and patted Queta on the shoulder before peeling an orange for her.

“How will we get to Wendall City, Gerald?” asked Queta as she ate her orange.

“We’ll go there by car. Since we aren’t dealing with anything particularly special, we won’t be needing the help of the owners of the property my sister invested in in Salford City yet. We’ll see how the rest plays out later!” replied Gerald.

After all, aside from him, Zack was the only other person who knew about his father’s orders for him to secretly investigate the incident.

As far as the others knew, Gerald was simply going to the Salford Province for a trip.

This was why he had not informed the owners of the invested property there about his arrival yet. After all, he didn’t really have any requests at the moment.

He had also heard that the property wasn’t too large, much smaller in fact, compared to what he owned in Mayberry.

In the blink of an eye, four hours had passed and evening was slowly creeping in.

Around that time, more than ten luxury cars had been parked right outside Salford High Rail Station.

“Why isn’t he here yet? It’s tiring standing here for so long… Regardless, to think that you’d come in person, Mr. Zatyr. Who exactly are we waiting for?” said a woman.

“Shut up and stand properly! If you end up offending that person because of your ignorance and discourtesy, you’ll definitely suffer terribly!” shouted Mr. Zatyr—a middle-aged man—at his subordinate.