The Secretly Rich Man novel Chapter 931

Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 931
It was an hour later when Gerald finally walked out of the valley.

Gerald himself made it out alive since the trench coat he was wearing was specifically designed to protect him from the mosquitoes there.

As he quickly donned on some ordinary clothes, he recalled Jett’s final miserable moments as he died slowly just minutes ago.

Exacting his revenge had finally allowed Gerald to feel a sense of satisfaction after so long. After all, even if Kort’s men were able to track down his son all the way to the mountainous area, Gerald was certain that the Wild Miasma Valley would be the last place they would ever think to search for.

If it all went according to how he envisioned it, Kort would definitely continue searching for Jett for quite a while. During that period, Gerald’s family would finally get a chance to temporarily get some rest.

However, since Gerald wouldn’t be able to return to Weston for a while, he knew that he needed to quickly find someplace else to retreat to, at least for the time being.

Slipping on his backpack once he was done changing, he looked exactly like a fresh graduate. He bore a simple and unadorned look, just like he used to back then.

Just as he was about to decide which direction to head toward, he suddenly heard the loud revving of motors coming from uphill.

Squinting his eyes, Gerald soon saw an off-road vehicle chasing after two clearly worn-out people who were now running toward him. He instantly recognized both of them.

They were none other than the fat biscuit seller and the beauty wearing the black leather pants from before!

“So it’s them…” said Gerald to himself as he quickly put on his cap and lowered its brim slightly.

“H-help! Those people are trying to kill us!” shouted the fat man.

Upon closer inspection, Gerald noticed that the girl had suffered a serious injury and that her leg was bleeding rather profusely. He also noticed that the white box she had earlier been carrying around was now black.

“B-brother, please! Save us! Those people have guns!” cried out the fat man again in his desperation.