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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 442
Gerald’s voice was filled with anxiety as he asked.
The old man simply chuckled as he looked at Gerald. “Why yes, I did. Met her outside Mayberry Station around
noon that day, alone. I distinctly remember her because she was so fair, tall, and beautiful. A few people were
waiting for her at the station though. After a short chat, she got into their car hurriedly and that was the last time I
saw her.”
“You seem interested. You know her or something?” asked the old man as he smiled.
“We’re acquainted, yes,” said Gerald as he nodded before asking the old man for more details.
Based on the old man’s description of the event, the person he had seen that day truly was Giya and the timing was
right too.
As long as he knew where Giya first went missing, whether she was kidnapped or not, the situation could be
resolved rather easily.
As he was about to leave, the old man grabbed his arm nervously.
“What else do you want?” asked Gerald.
“My grandson, you’re a very kind man… May I please know your name?”
“Gerald Crawford…”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSince he had given Gerald such a vital clue, Gerald felt no reason not to tell him his name.
“Your surname is Crawford you say… Can I have a look at your chest?”
The old man’s voice had suddenly become a mix of agitation and excitement.
Before Gerald could even reply, the old man was already tugging on his collar.
Naturally, Gerald tried to resist but the old man was something else. Though he looked frail, when he needed to, the
old man was strong enough to make sure Gerald couldn’t even move his arm anymore.
Once Gerald’s collar had been pulled apart, the old man frowned slightly.
“How queer! It’s not here!” said the old man as he released Gerald.
‘This old man’s crazy!’ Gerald thought to himself as he gently rubbed his wrists.
While the old man was still in a daze, Gerald made a dash for the exit and didn’t look back.
After running quite some distance away from the clinic, Gerald called Drake, Tyson, and Tammy. He told them about
what he had found out.
He knew that both Drake and Tyson would be able to get to the bottom of this very soon.
Thinking about the case, Gerald felt that the kidnapping involved lots of fraud and deception. However, his priority
was always Giya’s safety.
What a surprising turn of events though. To think that that old man knew about Giya… What a great coincidence!
However, it wasn’t time to dwell on that now.
It was an hour later when Drake and Tyson contacted Gerald again. As expected of highly trained men, they had
found their next lead.
Giya had apparently been lied to which consequently led to her being kidnapped. From what they could deduce, she
had been locked up in a house in a luxurious neighborhood for about two days now.
After some research, it was found that a student by the name of Yacob was the cause of all of this chaos.
Yacob had owed the gangsters in Mayberry a sum of money, so they were now using Giya to make him pay.
‘F*ck!’ Gerald cursed in his mind.
Drake and Tyson were immediately ordered to get their men ready to save Giya.
However, being the professionals they were, both of them were already at the neighborhood with their men. They
had been waiting there for their next command from the moment they called Gerald to inform him about their
findings.
Hearing that, Gerald wanted to rush over himself. However, he realized that his Mercedes-Benz G-Class had just
been leased out. He couldn’t go to Mountain Top Villa to retrieve his car either.
Thankfully, the neighborhood was not too far away so he got an Ofo bike and rushed there immediately.
A roar of thunder could be heard and soon, it began raining heavily.
Gerald updated Tammy on the situation and he was thankfully able to relay all the vital information before his
phone battery died. Cursing under his breath, he continued cycling in the pouring rain till he finally reached St.
Cloud Neighborhood.
While Gerald was still making his way there, about a hundred Maybach cars had gathered around the
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmneighborhood, causing a terrible traffic congestion there. All four entrances of the neighborhood had been
completely blocked as well.
What more, several men in black suits were standing under umbrellas as they waited outside their cars. It was a
rather incredible scene to behold.
Naturally, people began taking photographs of the event through the windows of their homes. There was definitely
something big going on.
There were no hints as to what was happening or who had offended who. To put simply, the entire situation was
both confusing and shocking to the clueless residents living there.
While all this was happening, a few young men and women were standing behind the door of a restaurant in St.
Cloud Neighborhood.
“Counselor, it’s raining heavily and all the entrances of the neighborhood have apparently been blocked! We can’t
leave even if we wanted to!” said one of the girls.
“Why don’t we just stay at the counselor’s house then? Since she’s just moved into a new one here!” said the man
as he cleared his throat.
“Speaking of her house, if the counselor hadn’t asked us to help her move to her new house, we could easily have
missed the scene happening outside. They’re all Maybach cars!”
Earlier, the students had been surprised to see that it wasn’t just a regular congestion since all the cars causing it
were Maybach cars.
“…Hmm? Counselor, look there. Doesn’t that man on the Ofo bike look familiar?” said another girl who pointed at
someone cycling an Ofo bike into the neighborhood.