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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 403

“Excuse me, miss!” The waitress in the lead smiled at Leila, who stared with mouth gaping wide as a feast was laid

out upon the table before Gerald.

“Huh? What?” Leila stuttered for a moment, then exclaimed, “Hey, hey, hey! There must be some mistake—you’ve

got the wrong table!”

Anyone could tell that it was a sumptuous meal worth a small fortune—at least five hundred dollars or more—and it

was meant for Gerald?

Leila had always held him in contempt as a man with nothing to his name. One time, she’d let slip that their fathers

had been arranging for them to be married, and it had made her a complete laughing stock.

“Hey, Leila! Somewhere on a far away farm, your fiancé’s waiting for you!” She could still see those mocking grins

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vividly at the back of her mind.

It had been the greatest source of misery in her life. She never spoke of it, but it was always on her mind. As a

symbol of her humiliation, she utterly despised Gerald Crawford.

And yet, Gerald was eating so well right now…

“How could there be any mistake? Mr Crawford here ordered our most expensive menu, prepared by the hand of a

master chef from France! It costs a thousand dollars in total!” The waitress offered her another sunny smile, then

bowed to Gerald, and left him to his meal.

“What? One thousand dollars!” Leila stood stunned. Never had she ever indulged in such luxury!

“Gerald, what are you up to? No one’s poorer than you, and yet you’re burning money like nobody’s business…

French cuisine? Are you out of your mind? Have you never thought about taking that one thousand bucks and doing

something useful with it?” Leila harangued him acidly.

“That’s right, that’s right,” Douglas joined in. “The poor sure like to act like they’ve got money to spend! Who am I,

and who are you? My handphone costs as much as this meal you’re eating here! Did what happened just now scare

the wits out of you?”

Truth be told, here in Serene County, a five-hundred-dollar smartphone was a substantial status symbol—but

Douglas was one step up: With his thousand-dollar phone, it showed that he was really somebody.

But now, it was nothing more than the price of one meal for Gerald. No one would take this without comment.

“Gerald, it’s not that we’re trying to make you feel bad… But wouldn’t it be better to take this money and buy

yourself some nice clothes, or a decent phone, or maybe some kind of makeover… Instead, you’re just… urgh!”

Leila shook her head at him in disgust.

Compared to Douglas, whether in terms of manners or intellect, Gerald fell far short.

Bzzt! Gerald’s phone was vibrating. He pulled it out for a quick glance. It was an unknown number calling.

Leila and Douglas stared with eyes as wide as the plates on the table.

Due to the awkwardness of the current situation, Gerald didn’t take the call. Terminating the connection, he tried to

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shove the phone back into his pocket.

At the end of the day, she was still Uncle Jung’s daughter, and he shouldn’t cause her too much offence.

“Hold it right there! Let me see that phone!” Seized by a sudden frenzy, Leila snatched it over, and murmured,

“This model, it’s…”

“It’s the latest model to hit the market, four thousand and five hundred dollars apiece. This is your phone, Gerald?”

Besides Leila and Douglas, even Cindy was shocked to see it.

“Haha, I borrowed that from a classmate! Just for appearances, you know!” Gerald disparaged himself.

“Hmph! Tell the truth, or else!” Cindy rolled her eyes at him. “Don’t you think I can’t tell that this belongs to you?”

Leila was no longer able to speak, now.

How could this be possible? The man she hated so… how could he be… Did this mean all those guys back there had

truly been summoned here by him?

“Alright, alright… it’s just a phone. You guys were only drinking back there—you haven’t had anything to eat… How

about I treat you all to some French cuisine?” Gerald attempted to change the topic with everything at his disposal.

“Oh, that sounds good! I’m famished—and I’ve never had a thousand-dollar French banquet before! Hahaha! This

will be your treat, Gerald!”

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