The Secretly Rich Man

Cough. Cough.

If anyone were to make a toast, it should have been Gerald. No matter what it was, Wesley was still his senior, after all.

But since Mr. Harrison had invited him, he should just come over anyway so they could enjoy a drink together.

How could he not give face to Mr. Harrison? He even gave his room number to Mr. Harrison.

It was no big deal. At most, he would simply invest more in the future.

Gerald hung up the phone.

George and everyone else was still staring contemptuously at Gerald.

“That’s unexpected! A person of this sort could have friends in the Majestic Phoenix Restaurant?!”

“Yeah. How pretentious!”

The girls sneered.

Now, Gerald’s status in their hearts had significantly plummeted. Yes. Gerald was either a low profile second-generation heir or someone who had won the lottery of their hearts before this.

He was really very wealthy.

They could have garnered heaps of benefits from him.

loved when he had money, of course, but what would happen when his lovers got sick and

would he

had a surprisingly consistent attitude

door to the

were outside. About twenty to thirty middle-aged

door with wine

George was left dumbfounded.

and everyone else became extremely

What was happening?

“Zeller…Charles Zeller?”

“This…this…this…Mr. Harrison?”

Myers, Chairman Lloyd, why

as he

who were standing in front of him, which one of them wasn’t an influential

Harrison from the Bureau

and powerful figure in George’s eyes, was here, standing amongst the crowd, laughing

have all

was in a hazy, dreamlike

please have a seat!” George and his wife exclaimed

to make a

bowed slightly as a

actually not for George, but it was because

held a wine glass in his hand. Amid the room’s exciting atmosphere, Wesley stood before Gerald, followed by the large group behind

to a toast