The Secretly Rich Man novel Chapter 486

Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 486
A waitress yelled at the top of her lungs.

“Get lost!!”

A man cursed.

The next thing everyone knew, the room door was kicked wide open.

A group of seven or eight brawny men with buzz cuts and gold necklaces around their necks rushed into the room.

Each of them had dragon-like tattoos carved over their bodies.

They definitely gave off an intimidating vibe.

Clad in short-sleeved shirts, they slowly looked around, staring deadly at the people inside the room at this moment.

The leader of the gang had on a T-shirt and a sling pouch bag.

He took a long puff before he growled in a raspy voice, “Who was the one who booked this room? I want you to move to another room now!”

“Why should we do that? Who do you guys think you are?”

Cindy asked angrily as she stood up. She was not afraid of them at all.

“Who am I? Hah, girl. I am Warrick Yackel. If you don’t know who I am, go out on the streets and ask anyone about me!”

Warrick chuckled as he threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it.

Francesca raised her brows when she heard this.

This proved that she had heard of Warrick’s name before this.

“Mr. Yackel, we’re not done with our meals yet. So, how can we possibly move to another room then?”

Francesca asked politely, a tight smile pressed across her face.

“How? It’s simple. Each of you just pick up your own damn dish in your hands and move elsewhere!”

Warrick retorted and sniggered.

The atmosphere was tense and awkward. Even Francesca did not know what else to say.

If they were to take their dishes out to eat, Waylon would definitely lose face.

Francesca could only helplessly hold down her irritated daughter as she tried to persuade Cindy to sit down.

Waylon and Milo both just calmly observed the situation unfold with delight.

But something felt amiss, and Waylon whispered worriedly, “What’s going on? Gerald’s one of those who hosted today’s luncheon too. So, why isn’t he doing anything at all? If we’re going accordingly to plan, as soon as Gerald speaks up, they would immediately start beating him up! This is f*cking annoying!”

At the same time, Gerald thought to himself: