The Secretly Rich Man novel Chapter 948

Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 948
The voice had come from Gerald, and after a loud sneer, he picked a fork up.

Looking at the plaque, Gerald squinted his eyes for a second before flicking his wrist extremely quickly. A split second later, the fork was no longer in Gerald’s hand and the sound of something cracking could be heard!

By the time the audience looked up, the fork—that had already been embedded within one of the many shattered plaque pieces—was already falling to the ground alongside whatever remained of the broken plaque.

A crash soon followed as the plaque pieces shattered even further on the ground, the fork still clearly visible to the five bosses as they gulped.

“…W-what…?”

Shock and fear swept through them, and the ones who had earlier been smoking each felt their grip loosen on their cigarettes.

“W-who exactly is that person….?”

“It’s… It’s near impossible isn’t it…? I mean, how could a person have that much force to break a plaque so high up?!”

It was evident that the five bosses had never seen such a maneuver before as they discussed what they had just witnessed, terror reflected in their eyes. Though nobody mentioned it, all of them were thinking the same thing. If the plaque could shatter like that even though it was so high above the ground, what would happen if Gerald used the same technique on their heads?

Whistler and his men, on the other hand, only looked at each other with subtle smiles on their faces as they each thought, ‘Humph. Looks like sir took it upon himself and made a move. Of course they’d be dumbfounded.’

It was evident that the plaque-shattering incident was an indirect message from Gerald to the five bosses. Essentially, he had no interest in dividing territories with them, and if they didn’t behave, they’d probably end up the same as the plaque. Completely ruined in an instant.

With his silent message sent, Gerald then sat down with a subtle smile on his face as he said, “Chairman Jey and the rest of you, please, have a seat.”

“R-right away, M-Mr. Crawford!” stuttered Diego as he desperately tried to keep his cool. However, his calm façade was in shambles and the cold sweat flowing down his forehead only served to further exhibit how terrified he was.

His response was reasonable since he was, after all, in the presence of a man who could kill others with regular forks. And forks were everywhere in the room they were in.

Knowing that made everyone feel obligated to address him differently.

After a brief moment of silent contemplation, one of the five bosses said, “I go by the name of Tristen Jurden, Mr. Crawford, and I must say that I’m extremely impressed with your capabilities. If you allow it, I’m willing to hand over all my properties to you and become one of your subordinates!”