Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1567
Once the bottle was empty, he scoffed before tossing the bottle onto the ground!
With glass shards now scattered around his feet, Frederick glared at Gerald, wanting to see what he would say to that.
Yelena, on the other hand, had a mortified expression on her face. After all, she knew very well who this person was!
“…Foolish!” shouted Gerald.
After placing a white towel on his face, Gerald had finally begun enjoying himself in the hot springs. Now that this buffoon had interrupted him, he was less than pleased.
“You… What the hell did you just say?! I bet you don’t know who I am yet, right?! Just so you know, my father has connections with the Saudi royal family!” roared the angered Frederick.
Silence was Gerald’s only response. After all, he could already hear the many footsteps that were swiftly approaching… and within seconds, over ten men had surrounded the area!
Looking at the person who seemed to be the group’s leader, the lavishly-dressed middle-aged man had a terrified expression on his face as he shouted, “How the hell have so many people managed to barge in?!”
Quiver slightly in his immense fear, the one who had spoken was none other than the old boss of the manor.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but this should’ve been a quiet place for my master to rest in, right, Chairman Chac? What are all these random people doing here? Could it be that you don’t value your life?” asked Carlos—who was among the men who had run in—as he glowered at the middle-aged man.
“I-I would’ve definitely stopped them if I knew…!” whimpered Chairman Chac as he instantly began bowing repeatedly before Carlos.
Following that, he angrily turned to look at Frederick and his friends before roaring, “Who the hell let all of you in?!”
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