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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 992

His sudden shout frightened the woman so much that her entire body immediately trembled as though she had just

been struck by lightning.

“Y-yes, young master!” replied the woman awkwardly as she quickly left the room.

It was only three days later when the party in the Soul Palace finally ended. On the morning of the day after,

everyone from the Soul Palace gathered at the island’s public square.

“You’ve successfully made it through your hellish transformation, Gerald, and I have to say that your final results

have far surpassed my expectations. However, while you’re currently able to better control your temperament, it’s

still extremely unstable. If you wish to perform the blessings of the dragon to its maximum degree, you’ll need to

drink the holy blood of the holy fox. Once you do, it’ll assist in helping you control your temperament. I’ll have

Grandpa Welson stay by your side to aid you when you return there.”

“I’m aware, grandpa. Speaking of which, when will you be returning there to have a look around? My dad honestly

misses you too,” replied Gerald casually

Nodding, Daryl then patted Gerald’s shoulder as he said, “I’ll return when the time is right.”

It was evident that Daryl had high expectations of Gerald.

Not long after, thirty black helicopters could be heard starting up at the base.

Placing a firm gaze on his grandfather, Gerald then said, “Do take care, grandpa. We’ll be leaving now.”

With that said, he then turned to board one of the helicopters.

As the helicopters took off with Grandpa Welson, over three hundred experts from the island, and Gerald himself,

their loud droning slowly faded from the island as they flew south.

Meanwhile, the night was getting darker and darker within the suburbs of the Triangle District within Heavenly City.

There, a pitiful looking woman hugging onto a document folder could be seen desperately trying to escape over ten

cars that were driving slowly behind her.

Though her face was pale and wounds could be seen covering her body, it was clear that the woman found the

document folder she had in hand to be much more important than her life.

The cars themselves continued moving slowly as a few people sitting inside stretched their heads out the cars’

windows and began shining their flashlights on the woman.

“Haha! That’s right! Go on and continue running! Run faster! We’re going to catch you soon!” yelled one of the

men, causing the others to get increasingly excited as well.

As the woman ran, and ran, she eventually tripped and fell to the ground. However, gritting her teeth, she

immediately crawled back up and continued running.

It wasn’t long before one of the cars then immediately drove up to her. Shining his flashlight directly at her face,

the person sitting beside the driver then said, “We’ve got you now! Honesty, you’d better run quicker than this if

you don’t want to fall into Tucker’s hands. After all, once he has you, you’ll definitely be ruined! Hahaha!”

Hearing that, the others began laughing loudly inside their cars as well, teasing the woman’s poor attempt at

escaping.

Eventually, the woman found herself falling again. However, she had reached her limit and she simply wasn’t able

to get herself off the ground anymore.

Knowing that, the woman immediately tried tearing the contents of the document folder apart with the intent of

swallowing whatever scraps she could so that they couldn’t be recovered.

“You mother*cking bitch! Do you really think we won’t kill you?!” roared Tucker Westmore himself as he jumped out

of his car alongside a few other of his men. It didn’t take long for him to brutally land a slap on her cheek, causing

the woman to drop the document folder in her state of dizziness.

Picking it up, Tucker then sneered, “It would be a pity for a beauty like you to just die like this… Bring her back! I’m

going to be enjoying myself with her tonight! All of you can have your turns with her once I’m done!”

“Hahaha! Affirmative, Mr. Westmore!”

Glaring daggers at Tucker, the woman immediately revealed a hidden short blade.

However, before she was even able to take her life, Tucker simply slapped the blade out of her hands.

“Oh? Did you honestly think I would allow you to die that easily? Haha! You’ll only be able to once I’ve sufficiently

tortured you!” announced Tucker as he laughed maliciously.

As the woman cried out in despair, a distant droning could suddenly be heard.

It wasn’t long before the droning grew louder and louder. The next thing they knew, over thirty helicopters had

appeared, and they now hovered over Tucker and his men!

“What the hell is happening?” demanded Tucker, shocked by the turn of events.

After the helicopters landed, several men dressed in black came out and immediately glared at Tucker and his men

extremely coldly.

Seeing how extraordinarily imposing they all were, Tucker quickly added, “Hey now, which side do all of you belong

to? I don’t think I’ve seen any of you before! Just so you know, my father is Sven from Heavenly City!”

Immediately after he said that, the door to one of the helicopters—that had landed right in the middle of the others

—was opened by one of the opposing party’s subordinates.

Turning to look in that direction, Tucker saw a suited man sitting inside as he sipped on red wine.

Before he could even say anything, the woman—who had clearly seen the man in the helicopter as well—

immediately cried out, “S-sir! You’ve finally returned!”