Chapter 811

Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 811

“Naturally, I’m talking about the Brandon who owns the place!”

Hearing that, Catherine became incredibly flustered when she saw the other woman taking her cell phone out. After all, Brandon was a famous person here who owned several nightclubs in the area.

If this woman was truly acquainted with Brandon, then Catherine knew that she was in for a lot of trouble.

While it was true that Catherine shouldn’t be this easily terrified as a member of the Yaleman family, if she simply relied on the Yalemans to deal with the situation, Lady Yaleman would definitely reprimand her for causing trouble for their family, even though the situation could easily be taken care of.

Understanding that, Catherine knew that she had no choice but to give in. She really didn’t have the courage or audacity to use the Yaleman family’s name for such a small issue anyway.

Though she knew that her daughter was most probably innocent, Catherine really didn’t know what else she could do.

“Go ahead and call him over then!” said Gerald aloud.

The woman was startled when she heard this.

“…Are you doubting that I know him? Fine! I’ll make the call now!” grumbled the woman as she tapped on her phone before putting it to her ear.

Catherine was so nervous that she immediately glared at Gerald before yelling, “Just shut up and stand aside! What the hell do you even know?”

Following that, she turned to look at the woman before saying, “W-we can discuss this amicably… How about compensation? We’ll pay for the damage!”

“Now that’s what I like to hear! Since you suggested it, a mere thousand and five hundred dollars should do!” replied the woman.

Gritting her teeth, Catherine then replied, “…Fine! A thousand and five hundred dollars it is!”

“It definitely isn’t fine! We shouldn’t be paying them, mom!” cried out Bea in an anxious tone.

“You aren’t? I guess I’ll just make the phone call then!” said the woman cockily.

Her arrogance had risen to a new high now that she knew that Catherine had been completely subdued. After all, how could a scooter rider ever compare to someone who drove a BMW?

“I already said I’m paying!” replied Catherine helplessly.

Just as she was about to transfer the money over to them using her cell phone, a few bystanders pointed toward the community gate before shouting, “Hey! Look over there! That brand new car looks absolutely stunning!”

Soon, many others began exclaiming when they saw the new BMW 7 Series driving toward the community gates.

“That model looks like it came from overseas! I’m guessing it costs at least fourteen thousand dollars!

How luxurious!”

“I know right? What a truly beautiful car!”

As everyone continued talking excitedly about the car, Gerald couldn’t help but feel that Philip was an extremely efficient person. After all, he had only given the order not too long ago yet here the car was!

The car came to a halt once it arrived at the community gate’s entrance, and out stepped a suited man wearing leather boots who looked to be around forty.

Seeing the crowd of people standing there, he then asked, “Apologies, but how do I get to Unit two of Building twelve?”

“Unit two- That’s our unit!” said Catherine immediately.

“Ah, that makes things much easier. I’m here to deliver the car. Please show me the way to your unit if it isn’t too much trouble!” replied the man extremely politely.

“Could you perhaps be Mr. Fairwell?” asked the couple from before in a surprised tone.

“Indeed, I am! Have we met before?” said Mr. Fairwell with a smile.

“You may not know who we are, but we certainly know who you are! You’re Mr. Fairwell! The chairman of the BMW headquarters in Weston! Using our connections with Brandon, we bought our BMW 5 Series from one of your assistant store managers!” replied the woman as she smiled at the incredible person standing before her.

Mr. Fairwell could easily be considered to be one of the most powerful figures in all of Yanken. While it would be slightly farfetched to assume that he would know who Brandon was, the woman mentioned him anyway, just in case.

“Well then! Thank you for your support!” replied Mr. Fairwell as he nodded at her.