The Secretly Rich Man novel Chapter 697

Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 697
The entire classroom was still in a daze after all that exhilaration.

The news had obviously gotten to the ears of their class lecturer as well. Since Stella and Fabian were getting honors and both of them were in his class, that meant that even he was going to become well-known!

An announcement soon came, stating that everyone from the degree program needed to attend the donor appreciation event. Such an event was a big deal in the campus since only a few other events—like sports day—gave students a chance to increase their popularity.

Upon hearing that, the duo’s classmates were all in for it! After all, how couldn’t they be after finding out that two of their classmates were soon going to be famous?

It was after a short lunch break when everyone from the degree program started heading toward the school hall.

Gerald, however, started heading for their classroom instead.

“Aren’t you attending the event, Gerald?” asked Marven.

“I’m not!” replied Gerald.

He had attended numerous events like this in the past. This was nothing special to him. To him, the act of donating was simply a way to express love and care for others. Since he had already done that through his donation, he didn’t feel the need to attend such an event with the others.

“But Gerald, look! The two goddesses are attending as well!” said Marven as he pointed toward the school hall’s entrance.

Squinting his eyes, Gerald realized that he was right.

“Come on, let’s just go! Since everyone else is going, we won’t look good if we choose not to attend, right?” added Marven.

“I guess… Alright then!” replied Gerald as he shook his head helplessly.

Marven had a point. It wouldn’t do him any good to be seen as a weirdo. After all, he still had to mingle with the students there for quite a while.

Thus, Gerald ended up following Marven into the hall.

Once they were inside, they saw the two girls sitting alone in the last row, being low-key as usual.

Nobody even dared to sit remotely close to them, preferring to stand rather than to do so.

“Darn it, there aren’t any seats left!” said Marven as he scratched the back of his head.