Chapter 771

Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 771

“Third young lady, you really aren’t allowed to enter! The order had specifically been issued by the old master!” said a bodyguard, desperately trying to prevent a girl—who looked to be around twenty—from entering.

“Well that’s just great then! Are you telling me that there’s now a place within the Fenderson mansion where I, Quincy Fenderson, can’t enter? Both my elder sister and second sister already dislike me. Are you saying that grandpa doesn’t like me either now? The more you prevent me from entering, the more I want to enter and have a look for myself! Now get out of the way!” shouted Quincy as she pushed the bodyguard aside and rushed inside.

The inside of the room looked extremely luxurious, and antique furniture—seemingly in the style of 1960’s European aristocrats—was placed in every corner. Apart from her grandfather’s room, this was the only other room that was this luxurious in the entire mansion.

Whenever she had nothing better to do, Quincy would often come to this room to have a look around.

Like most of the other Fendersons, Quincy had often dreamed of moving into this particular room.

After all, she heard that this room was where her aunt used to stay in.

Since Quincy had already been feeling quite lonely within the family, her bad mood was immediately triggered once she found out that someone else was now living there.

She wanted to see for herself who had gotten access to living in the room, yet her permission to enter had been denied. All that led to the current scene.

Seeing her burst in without warning, both Queta and Xenia looked rather alarmed. Xenia hadn’t anticipated for someone to barge in on them like that.

“You… Who are you? You look quite familiar…” said Quincy, feeling slightly startled herself when she saw Queta.

“My… My name is Queta Smith!”

“Queta? I’ve never seen you before among the other Fendersons, have I?” asked Quincy as she scanned the girl from head to toe.

Finally recovering from her shock, Xenia then asked, “You’re the third young lady, correct? The old master was the one who had ordered Miss Queta to stay here for the moment to rest and recuperate from her injuries…”

“Humph! I’m well aware of that! Though I’m not sure why he wanted you to stay in this particular room, I’m sure he has his reasons. Regardless, I’ll need you to leave for a moment. I’d like to tell Miss Queta something in private!” ordered Quincy.

Hearing that, Xenia then looked at Queta. In return, Queta simply nodded slightly, prompting Xenia to leave the room.

Once Xenia was outside, Quicy immediately closed the door behind her.

She then turned to look at Queta again before happily saying, “I need your help with something. Could you lend this room to me for a night? You can stay in my room in the meantime! How about it? Deal?”

The reason she wanted to sleep in this room was obvious.

However, Queta was caught completely off guard by the question. She didn’t even know how to reply.

In all honesty, she was simply looking forward to Gerald coming over to rescue both her and Xenia so that she could finally be reunited with her family.

Since she really didn’t have the time or energy to waste on the people here alongside any of their matters, she simply remained silent.

“…What’s that silence supposed to mean? Can’t we even switch rooms for a night?” asked Quincy again, her hands now on her waist.

Before she could ask a third time, the bodyguard from earlier suddenly entered the room before saying in a cold voice, “Third young lady, Lord Fenderson would like to have a word with you.”

“You!” replied Quincy as she turned to look at the bodyguard angrily.

Moments later, Quincy stood before the bodyguard and slapped him hard across the face!

“How dare you rat me out! Just you wait and see how I’m going to deal with you!” said Quincy as she glared at Queta one final time before hastily leaving, enraged.

“What’s wrong with you this time, Quincy?” asked both Jasmine and Mindy who happened to cross paths with her.

Quincy, however, simply ignored them, huffing as she walked past them.

Once Jasmine realized that Quincy had come from the direction where her aunt’s room was, Jasmine headed over to the bodyguard from earlier and casually asked, “Is there someone in aunt’s room?”

“Indeed there is, eldest young lady!”

“Who is it?”

“I apologize, but lord Fenderson has forbidden me from telling anyone about the matter. I hope that you won’t ask me any more questions about the person staying inside!” replied the bodyguard.

Taking in a deep breath, Jasmine then frowned as she peeked at the room where her aunt used to stay in.

She had noticed that her grandfather had been trying to hide something from her in the past few days.

What more, her investigation efforts on her aunt had only reached its halfway point when her grandfather ordered her to cease investigating.