When Gerald turned around, he saw a middle-aged man hurrying toward him.
They did not seem to recognize the man.
Could he have known Gerald personally?
Gerald stepped out of the crowd.
“Damn, Gerald. Why did you go for it? Didn’t you hear how he was calling for one, Mr. Gerald?”
“Haha, yeah! Aren’t you embarrassed?”
The few friends from high school followed Gerald as they laughed.
Even Morgana was laughing as she covered her mouth.
Montana rolled her eyes again and again at Gerald.
“I must have made him drunk… I’m speechless!”
Montana shook her head and sighed.
“Mr. Crawford, I’ve brought your car for you. It’s in Sector-C of the parking lot. Here are the keys, and the master instructed me to ask you to return early.”
“I got it, Mr. Lyle. If there’s nothing else, you should head back.”
Then, a boy next to Cameron stepped out and shook his head with a chuckle.
“F*ck… I think he mistook him!”
Gerald felt a little embarrassed.
“You’re hilarious, aren’t you? Your name sounds nothing like Crawford at all!”
The boys continued to ridicule Gerald.
“Okay, okay, that’s enough; let’s return to our table and continue with the drinking. Oh right, Miss Lewis, I’ll organize a student reunion when you’re free, and you have to attend. All right?”
Cameron didn’t bother ridiculing Gerald, replying to Morgana instead.
“Okay, no problem. Once you gather the students for a reunion, I’ll definitely be there!”
The group agreed as well. Paying no attention to Gerald, they returned to their tables.
Gerald followed Montana up the stairs.
“Aren’t you the least ashamed or embarrassed? Why did you show yourself when that guy called for Mr. Crawford? F*ck! I’m so ashamed of you!”
Montana reproached Gerald a few more times before they both returned to the event hall.
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