The Secretly Rich Man novel Chapter 463

Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 463
“Pfft! No wonder Queta dared to disobey me today. It turns out she’s gotten herself a boyfriend! Wow, this is pissing me off right now!”

Kaitlyn rolled her eyes as she glared at Gerald, who was talking to Queta at that time.

“Kaitlyn, what’s wrong?”

The man leaning against his car door had his hands in his pockets asked as he threw a quick look at Gerald.

“It’s all because of Queta! All the kids are on vacation today, so we’re supposed to stay back in school to review their homework. But I’ve made plans to go shopping and ask her to help me review my students’ homework! But look, she refused to help just because her boyfriend’s here!”

“I thought that she actually found a great boyfriend for herself, but he turned out to be nothing more than a pathetic jerk!”

Kaitlyn cried out in exasperation, explaining the details to him.

She saw that Gerald had on a simple white T-shirt, a pair of sports pants and some sneakers.

She couldn’t be bothered to filter any of her words.

“That’s right. He thinks that he’s so great just because he got together with the most beautiful teacher? Hahaha! Kaitlyn, your boyfriend, is still the best! Look, he’s driving a BMW 5 Series — simply too awesome!”

“Of course! It so happens that I’m going out shopping with my boyfriend too. Why don’t all of you get in my boyfriend’s car and we can go together then? After all, we should have a good relationship since we are all colleagues!”

Kaitlyn replied as she laughed.

She wanted to isolate Queta and make sure that she was an outcast in the future.

“Yeah, sure!!”

The girls smiled happily as they got into the car and left together.

Gerald wanted to reprimand Kaitlyn.

He could not help feeling enraged, seeing the way she bullied Queta.

But Queta tugged Gerald’s hand back — she didn’t want him to act rashly.

“Damn it! Do they really think they’re so great just because they’re loaded?”

Gerald cursed as he watched them leave.

They then got into the Mercedes-Benz G500 that he had parked by the side of the road.

It was almost eleven in the morning now.

Gerald drove Queta to a restaurant.

“Gerald, you said you’ve something important to talk about? What is it?” asked Queta curiously once they had taken their seats.

“Queta, do you know a woman named Xara Machamer?”