The Secretly Rich Man novel Chapter 1202

Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1202
The ones serving Felicity continued following her as they began heading over to a private room within Wayfair Mountain Entertainment.

“Felicity!” shouted Gerald, though only a few extras seemed to have heard his shout.

Turning to look at him, one of the extras then shouted back, “Hey, now! Lots of people come to see Felicity every day you know! Who do you even think you are? Go line up properly like the rest of them!”

Hearing that, Gerald couldn’t help but shake his head with a bitter smile. He had only tried to catch up to her since he was feeling slightly touched to be able to meet up again with such an old acquaintance of his.

Meanwhile, Felicity’s manager was carrying a stack of what seemed to be scripts as she said, “This here is a script written by an internet writer who goes by the name of ‘Two Ears is Bodhi’, Miss Nelson! It’s about a loser who rises up to fame the moment he becomes a rich heir! I’ve already contacted him through Line, and I wonder if you’d be interested to have a look at it.”

Taking a peek at the scripts, Felicity simply pouted before replying, “Just forget it for now and toss it aside! I really don’t have the time or energy to pay attention to it at the moment! I just want to get a good rest for a while!”

Following that, Felicity entered her room, and the manager—who couldn’t really say much after hearing that—simply left.

Upon closing the door behind her, Felicity found herself heaving a long sigh. While development that year had gone by rapidly and she had finally managed to achieve her life-long wish, Felicity still felt like there was something lacking in her life…

No matter how much she gained, she simply couldn’t feel happy for some reason…

Regardless, she was just about to remove her makeup and take a bath when suddenly, she caught a whiff of cigarette smoke in her room. Felicity, for one, never smoked, which was why the scent was so evident to her.

At that moment, the doors of the closet in her room burst open, and out stepped a big-bellied, bald, middle-aged man who was wearing a suit and a pair of leather shoes.

Laughing lasciviously, the nicotine stains on his teeth were clear as day.

“You… Chairman Zabka!” shouted Felicity as she instantly began taking a few steps back.