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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 705

“What exactly happened? There’s no need to rush, just focus on telling me everything in detail!” added Gerald.

“It’s… It’s grandpa Finnley! He’s been packing up and trying to leave! Even now, I’m still struggling to stop him from

doing so!”

“What? But why? Everything’s been going smoothly for a while now! Why the sudden urge to leave?” replied

Gerald, confused.

Gerald saw Finnley as a mysterious old man who—even in his old age—still operated alone most of the time.

It was fate that had brought Gerald and Finnley together, and the old man had already helped Gerald on multiple

occasions.

While Finnley still seemed to enjoy pestering him, Gerald said nothing about it. After all, he had already received so

much help from the old man.

To return the old man’s favour, Gerald welcomed Finnely’s presence, serving Finnley with fine food and also a place

to stay in his mansion.

Since Finnley had also saved Queta’s life, even she treated him well, and she would always make sure that he was

constantly well-fed. Most of the time, Queta treated him as though he was her actual grandfather.

Yet here he was, trying to leave them now. If anything was to blame for Finnley’s sudden urge to depart, it would

probably be because of Gerald’s ongoing investigation on the Fenderson family.

Gerald was well aware that something was already off with Finnley the moment he asked that old man if he knew

anything about the Fendersons. After all, Finnley seemed to speak less and less with Gerald in the few days to come

after Gerald had posed that question. It was as though the old man had something on his mind.

When Finnley was asked why he seemed to be pondering something, the old man would only reply in gibberish.

Seeing that he couldn’t really do anything at the moment, Gerald simply added, “…Alright, don’t worry about it too

much. For now, I’ll head back so that I can ask him about it in person!”

Gerald then parted ways with Marven.

After some time, he arrived home just in time to see Finnley carrying his luggage out the door!

“I really have to leave now, my granddaughter! I’ll definitely come back to visit when I have the time in future!

You’re a good girl and grandpa will never forget you!”

As soon as the old man turned around, however, he noticed that Gerald was standing right before him!

“Ah! My grandson! Perfect timing! I have to leave now, so this is goodbye for the moment!”

“But Mr. Quick, you’ve been living here for quite a while now. Why the rush to leave? Regardless, if you truly need

to go, you could’ve just told me and I would’ve sent you to wherever you needed to go by car!”

“There really isn’t a need for that, my grandson. I know you mean well, and you’ve been an excellent grandson!

However, if I don’t leave now, I won’t be able to find another chance to do so…”

Finnley’s last words came out in mumbles and Gerald wasn’t able to catch what he had said.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?”

Clearing his throat, Finnley then replied, “I said there’s no need to trouble you! It’s about time I leave now, take

care, my grandson!”

After saying that, Finnley patted Gerald’s chest.

As a result, Gerald flinched in pain before gently rubbing over the bruise there that had been left by Raquel.

“Are you serious? That soft pat on the chest hurt you? Have your insides turned into paper my grandson?” asked

Finnley, clearly astonished.

Queta herself ran over after hearing Gerald’s yelp before asking, “What’s wrong Gerald? Are you hurt?”

“Don’t worry about it! Some girl just kicked me in the chest!”

“…Huh? Who was she? Why did she have to attack you?” asked Queta, getting increasingly worried.

Gerald simply shook his head in response, a sign that he didn’t want to talk about it for the moment.

While it was true that Raquel had only hurt him this much because she was well versed in Taekwondo, Finnley

simply shook his head before sighing.

“If I were to leave you now in this state, how could I not worry about you, my grandson? You’re simply too kind! I

truly worry that once I leave, you won’t even realize what killed you!”

As he said that, Finnley recalled what had happened back at the hotel when Yunus had sent that long-haired man to

attack Gerald.

If it wasn’t for his intervention, Gerald’s arm would’ve been as good as gone!

“I only got this hurt because I didn’t fight back! If I was serious, I’d definitely have been able to spar for a bit!”

replied Gerald. After all, while he was kind, he still had a reputation to maintain! Being beaten up by a girl definitely

hurt his ego slightly.

“Hah! You? While I know you have a bit of strength in you, just about anyone who has a bit more skill can easily

beat you into a pulp! You know, my grandson, you can’t just expect there to be people to protect you every time

something like this happens!” said Finnley as he scratched the back of his head.

Gerald could only nod in response.

To be honest, he had considered picking up a martial art or two from the Drake & Tyson duo before. Perhaps

something like kickboxing.

The problem was, he simply didn’t have the time to undergo any training!