The Secretly Rich Man novel Chapter 1102

Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1102
Then again, she had always been this way. After all, while it wasn’t uncommon for the students in Mayberry University to date other students there, Yasmeen was on a whole other level. Back then, she had dated the president of one of the companies in Mayberry who had had a divorce.

Due to their relationship, the president arranged for fireworks to be placed at every corner of the university on Yasmeen’s birthday. That night, the entire university was lit by the beautiful glow of fireworks, easily resulting in all the other girls there both admiring and envying her.

However, that wasn’t what Gerald remembered most about the incident. No, what he recalled most about that event was the fact that Yasmeen had told him to clean up all the firework remains around the university—when morning came—for fifteen dollars.

That, however, was a lot to him at the time. Once he got the money, he immediately treated Xavia to a meal at KFC. He even remembered adding another seven dollars of his own to make their feast a little grander.

How the memory played out pretty much summed up how his relationship with Yasmeen used to be. After all, how could someone like the past Gerald even have the right to befriend her?

It was the reason why he was quite surprised that she was willing to greet him now.

“So why did you come over to Halimark City, Yasmeen?” asked Gerald as he looked at all the people—who were dressed like upper-class individuals—standing behind her.

The city itself was a place that had grown quite strong economic-wise throughout the years due to all the natural advantages its geographical features granted.

“Well, my chamber of commerce is holding functions here in the next few days. Because of that, my business partners and I have come over to seek some amusement! I’ve established a cosmetic company, after all! Haha!” replied Yasmeen as she smiled faintly while smoothening her hair.

“How truly impressive!” said Gerald as he watched her business partners begin walking over, one by one.

One of them was a middle-aged man who seemed to have quite an intimate relationship with Yasmeen. Frowning, the man then asked, “Who is this, Yasmeen?”

“Oh, him? He’s just a junior from university! I talked about him before, remember? The particularly poor student while I was studying there? That’s him! You know, he could barely afford to pay for his meals back then! I also remember his clothes being filled with patches, since most of what he earned—from doing part-time jobs daily and also from the many errands he ran for others—went into either his living expenses or his tuition fees! He didn’t have the money for anything else!” jabbered Yasmeen on and on without needing to even stop to take in a single breath.

Her friends, on the other hand, simply widened their eyes as they continued listening to her.

“How could such a poor person even exist!” said one of them as the others exchanged glances of both shock and dismay with each other.