The Secretly Rich Man novel Chapter 1192

Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1192
Albert had a hint of contempt in his tone as he asked the question while looking at Gerald.

The butler’s disdain was warranted since unlike him and the other upper-class people at the ceremony, Gerald stood out like a sore thumb in his commoner clothing.

“No, I do not. Regardless, I’m from Mayberry, and I’ve come here today to meet the young lady of the Smith family and hand her an invitation card.”

“An invitation card? From whom?”

“I apologize, but I can’t tell you the details!” replied Gerald.

Gerald was only saying this according to how Riley had instructed him to. Even so, Gerald truly didn’t know who the owner of the invitation card was. After all, not only was it unnecessary for him to pry, but he wasn’t interested in finding out in the first place.

At that moment, Riley ran out before saying, “Let him in, Albert! As he’s said, he’s come all the way from Mayberry so he must be here on a mission!”

Riley leading Gerald into the place was also naturally part of the plan.

“…Oh? Well, since you’re a friend of the Smith family, I suppose it’s fine. Let him in!” ordered Albert who naturally needed to show respect due to the relationship between Cundrie and the young master.

With that said, Riley walked over to Gerald—making sure to make a face at him while sticking her tongue out—before dragging him in.

Not long after, the scene slowly returned to its initial atmosphere.

Even so, Abner found himself looking at Gerald before grumbling, “Are we just supposed to let him off that lightly? I find that difficult to bear!”

“Don’t be impatient! Worry not, for I’ve just made a call with some simple preparations in mind. Now that he’s entered this place, I guarantee that he won’t be able to leave this hall alive!” replied Xyon, his ruthlessness reflected in his eyes.

Hearing that, both Abner and the woman exchanged glances before looking at Xyon once more in admiration. After all, both of them were well aware of how strategic he was.

True to Abner’s words, just as Mr. Snyder took in a deep breath—ready to begin the event—he was interrupted by a group of over twenty people rushing into the hall from outside as they shouted, “Let us in! We must capture that thief!”