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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1066

After saying that, Gerald was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly heard one of the girls saying,

“Ouch! My leg!”

 

Turning back to look, he saw that girl who had yelped was currently holding on to her ankle. It was most probably

hurt when she was struggling to free herself earlier.

“Are you alright?” asked Gerald and the other girl simultaneously as they both squatted down.

Momentarily surprised by their similar reactions, the girl then replied, “My ankle hurts pretty badly… I don’t think I

can walk!”

“Hmm… Well I’ll support you then!” said the charismatic bespectacled girl.

Despite her friend’s help, the injured girl’s leg was too hurt for her to walk more than a few steps at a time.

After watching them stop to rest a few times, Gerald simply said, “…This is taking far too long… Just let me have a

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look!”

“Of course! But… Wouldn’t it be better if you had her ankle checked back at our place? I’m afraid that those

hooligans will return!” replied the bespectacled girl in a gentle tone.

“Sure thing,” said Gerald as he carried the injured girl on his back. Carrying her like this again, Gerald felt rather

nostalgic.

“Speaking of, where are all of you headed to?”

“Ah, we’re staying in Bacht Hotel!”

“Oh? What a coincidence! I’m staying there too!”

“I see! Are you here for a trip?”

“Indeed! What about both of you? Are you reporters or something?” replied Gerald with a slightly bitter smile.

Shocked, the girls then asked, “H-how did you know?”

“Well, let’s just say that your character sort of gave you away!” said Gerald.

“Haha! You’re quite funny aren’t you?” replied the charismatic girl with glasses.

“If you don’t mind me asking, where are you from?” asked the injured girl.

“…Hmm? That’s not important, is it?”

“Oh no, it’s just that I find you slightly familiar with an old friend of mine… He isn’t as great or as strong as you

though!” replied the girl rather nervously.

Following that, she then added in a softer tone, “…You know, I sprained my ankle once and that was the first time

we got to properly get to know each other… I can still clearly remember him carrying me on his back, just like you

are now!”

“You sound pretty emotional when you talk about him… Was he your boyfriend?” asked Gerald, his face slightly

flushed at this point.

“Hehe! I wasn’t lucky enough to be his girlfriend…”

“There’s no luck in love, you know? He probably just didn’t know how to appreciate you! Since you’re so pretty, I’m

sure you can get all the guys you want!” replied Gerald.

“He’s right, you know? It’s already been over a year since both of you last talked, so you should really forget about

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him already and move on!” said the bespectacled girl.

“He isn’t someone that I can just let go of that easily!” replied the injured girl as she shook her head.

Sighing, the bespectacled girl then replied, “It’s pointless arguing with you…”

Hearing that, Gerald himself remained quiet. Soon enough, the trio arrived at the hotel.

There was a restaurant on the hotel’s first floor, and upon all three of them entering, a group of people who were

eating there immediately noticed the two girls. Seemingly acquainted with them, the group of people immediately

ran over to them.

“Are you alright?”

“What’s this then? What happened? How did you injure your leg?” asked what seemed to be the leader of the group

in a concerned tone as he walked over.

Just as his question ended, another of the men—who looked rather charismatic and wore a suit—ran straight for the

injured girl before asking, “Are you alright, Giya?”

Before she could even reply, the same guy turned to look at Gerald rather jealously.

‘…Who is this guy? And why is he carrying her on his back…’