The trio before him would never be able to remotely even come close to anticipating that he was the actual owner of the company.
He then looked toward Ava before saying, “High school friends, huh? Why are you doing all this to me? Since when have you become this way, Ava?”
“Don’t even think about playing the friendship card, you b*stard! After laying your dirty hands on me, don’t even dream that I’ll let you off easily! Since you’re talking about friendship now, why didn’t you save a ticket for me earlier this afternoon then?”
“The most hilarious thing is that you lack even the most basic of common sense! Did you really think that I’d ever fall for or even make out with you? Keep fantasizing about it, that’s all you’ll ever get!”
Since they weren’t filming anymore, Ava found no further reason to filter her words.
She knew Gerald well. All Gerald was, was a poor and powerless pauper. Knowing the difference in power between them allowed Ava to execute her plan without the slightest hesitation. She wasn’t even remotely afraid, to be completely honest.
“Oh, I see how it is now. It seems that I’ve really thought too much!” replied Gerald with a chuckle.
“I don’t really want to believe this, honestly. I truly trusted that you wanted to treat me to dinner because of our past friendship. If you had just been sincere, I would definitely have been willing to help you in the future should you get into any trouble!” replied Gerald.
Though Gerald had anticipated that Ava had some ploy when she called him out for dinner, he had truly felt touched while they reminisced about their old days back at the restaurant. That was the reason why he had decided to accompany her back home in the first place.
Before they entered Ava’s house, Gerald had already made up his mind that he would continue to help her out, even if they weren’t as close to each other as they were before.
After all this had happened however, he was now completely disappointed in her.
“You? Help me? Who do you even think you are? Look, we’re letting you off easy. Think about it, you just have to sign these papers and the company will be yours!”
“Oh I’ll sign them, but you’ll just have to wait for tomorrow. My identification card isn’t with me now and I can’t remember my identification number!” said Gerald as he thought of that excuse on the spot.
“The hell? You don’t even remember your own identification number?” cursed Stuart.
“Sure thing!” replied Gerald as he followed both of them. Nathaniel was already waiting in Stuart’s office for them.
The office doubled as a printing room, and not many people usually went there.
“Alright, sign this quickly. We still have other formalities to go through. Hurry up!” said Stuart as he took the contract from the night before out.
However, Gerald simply sat there with his legs crossed. He had clearly no intention of signing it.
“What the hell are you waiting for? Hurry up and sign it already!” warned Stuart with a slightly raised voice.
Gerald’s response was to simply look at his watch before saying, “Just wait for a little while more. I’ll sign it when everyone else has arrived. That’ll save you the time to look for the right person to process your formalities!”
“Huh? What do you mean by that?”
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