At that time, Cindy hadn’t paid much thought about it. She’d assumed Gerald was just stalling for time.
But right here right now, were a whole horde of people whom, sure enough, had attacked and vanquished Louie.
What Cindy was suggesting sent a tremor through Leila’s entire body.
“Impossible! That guy? I don’t know much about him, but isn’t he just some penniless loser? How could he have so many rich and powerful friends? Don’t you fall for his nonsense, Cindy!”
Heaven’s sake! If it turned out to be true… Leila might as well just ram her head against the nearest wall.
But no, haha, it was simply not possible!
Leila turned to gesture for everyone back in the car to come over and join them, where she then shared with them what had been learned. Everyone was gobsmacked by the news that Louie had been wiped out clean. They gazed with admiration at the magnificent cars lining up along the street outside the karaoke bar.
“Look! Isn’t that Gerald?” Glancing around, Leila suddenly spotted him in the Western restaurant next door, dining at the window seat.
For a moment, she doubted her own eyes.
“It can’t be… no, but it really is him!” Douglas was every bit as stupefied.
Everyone had been convinced that Gerald was dead meat. Instead, he was in a fine restaurant nearby, sitting at their premier table?
This… how… what…
“Gerald’s okay after all! Leila, maybe he was really telling the truth! Maybe all these guys really did come here to back him up! Maybe Gerald really is friends with lots of rich people!” Cindy seemed delighted by this.
“No way, no way! I refuse to believe it!” Leila was stamping her feet in agitation. “Douglas, we’re going over there to get to the bottom of this. Anyway, can you believe that tramp can afford that class of fine dining?”
Someone she held so much contempt for, turned out to be someone so amazing? That would be a right slap to the face!
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