The Secretly Rich Man novel Chapter 868

Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 868
The moment the sack was opened, the others saw an unconscious young man who had been beaten up terribly.

“S-Shane!” shouted Master Long nervously when he saw how badly beaten up the boy was.

“Now, now, let’s not be impatient! There’s still more!” said Philip as he, too, stepped forward.

With a swift gesture, one of Philip’s men tossed a bag over to Master Long. As it landed at his feet, its contents spilled out.

“…What’s this?”

“I… I recognize whose clothes these are! They’re the kind of clothes that Mr. Yunus usually wears!” shouted someone from within the crowd.

“I’m sure you’ve been looking everywhere for him, right? The truth is, Yunus drove off a cliff and these tattered clothes were the only remains we could find,” explained Philip.

“W-what…?” Master Long was assaulted by both immense anger and grief as he heard those words.

“G-Gerald… How arrogant of you and your sister! Bullying us this way… Do you honestly think that there’s nobody capable of standing against you within the Long family?!” growled Master Long, his eyes bloodshot with rage.

At that, Gerald could only smile faintly.

Gerald wasn’t the kind of person to be easily infuriated. Honestly, if he could, he wouldn’t even use vicious means to achieve his goals. After all, he didn’t really enjoy creating unnecessary trouble for others.

However, Yunus had tried to harm him on multiple occasions before. He had almost killed Queta as well. And now Shane was involved with Bea’s kidnapping…

They had messed with the people he cared about most.

To think that they still bore grudges against his sister for what she had done over ten years ago. While his sister no longer had the time to even bother about a tiny family such as the Longs, Gerald had all the time in the world.

It was high time he got things over with.

Just as Master Long was prepared to fight Gerald to the death, his butler ran over to him while holding on to a wireless phone.

“M-master! There’s a call!”

“Get lost! I’m in no mood to answer a d*mned call!” roared Master Long.