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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 405

“That’s right, sir. One thousand and five hundred dollars!” The waitress beamed.

Douglas’s face was a sight to behold. At first, he’d thought to just toss down a hundred bucks, and then swagger out

of there. He’d never expected that bunch of flowers to be worth so much!

If he called his father over to make some noise…

No, that wouldn’t do. This restaurant chain was owned by a powerful figure over at Mayberry. Whatever clout his

family had counted for nothing in here!

But neither did he have a thousand five hundred on him right now!

“Hmph. So it’s a thousand five, so what? No big deal!” Leila sneered. She was this close to slapping the money in

that waitress’s face.

Gerald was watching. No matter what, she had to have the last word in this!

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Leila glanced towards Douglas. He’d definitely be able to do something about this!

Patting his pockets, he leaned in close to whisper to her, “I’ve only got a few hundred left on me… I can’t pay!”

“Ah?” Leila had been expecting Douglas to still have around a thousand left, just like her. That way, they’d be able

to pool their money and fumble their way out of this mess somehow… but he barely had any cash on him at all!

Now, this was embarrassing…

Gerald hadn’t planned to get involved, until he saw them whispering furtively amongst themselves, and realized

that Douglas was probably broke. “Hey, waitress! Add it to my bill! I’ll pay in their stead for now!”

Leila was wearing an absolutely hideous expression on her face right then.

Although those two had been very rude to him, Gerald nevertheless couldn’t bear to see Leila caught in such a

plight. Anyway, when they’d encountered each other again earlier, he’d mentioned something about counting on

him in case of any trouble—that was why he spoke up now.

“Hmph! Douglas doesn’t need your money! He’s got friends, you know?” Leila snapped.

But who was going to lend Douglas a thousand five on short notice? What’s more, his dad would hear about it,

sooner or later… and then he’d be in for it.

This was his way out. He’d be a fool not to take it.

“Alright, Gerald!” Douglas said. “Just cover for me this time, and I’ll pay you back tomorrow!”

“No problem—but you’ll have to write me an IOU!” Gerald chuckled.

The waitress produced pen and paper for them.

His face a portrait of misery, Douglas nevertheless wrote out that IOU and presented it to Gerald.

Then he took back that hundred-dollar bill on the side table, and stuffed it back into his wallet, before making his

escape with Leila.

Outside, Douglas decided to get back at Gerald a little. “Hmph! Leila, it would have been silly not to take advantage

of that fool, back there! I’ve been disgraced in front of him this time, but heh! When he comes calling for me to pay

back that IOU, well, fat chance! It’s not like that worm’s got any kind of clout!”

Hearing him speak like this, Leila felt like she didn’t even know who he was anymore. Was this really the man she’d

taken as her boyfriend?

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What a piece of trash!

That’s what Douglas looked like to her right now. There was a time when Leila used to believe that money wasn’t

the most important thing. Having been raised in the lap of luxury, she’d never wanted for money herself. As such,

she’d decided that she needn’t find a boyfriend who was totally loaded—as long as he could treat her to a little

something once in a while, that’d be fine!

Douglas was well-connected, and had an amazing job, so he’d been her preferred choice. After all, everywhere he

went, people looked up to him.

However, after what had happened today in that restaurant, Leila’s worldview had been changed completely.

Someone who could give her a little treat, once in a while? Forget that! Without money, they wouldn’t even be able

to get anything worth eating!

Leila wanted to be at that table with Gerald right now, partaking in that sumptuous feast—but Douglas couldn’t

afford it.

He couldn’t even afford to pay for a broken vase of flowers.

Someone had bailed him out, and now he was plotting revenge against that someone.

Was this her type of guy? Leila shook her head.

“Leila, come on! I’ll drive you home!”

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