Invisible Rich (The Invisible Rich Man 2)

Chapter 654

'I think I can meet him anywhere!'

'Anyway, Gerald seems to be fine. After all, rather than taking the usual train, he chose to take the rail alone!'

After a simple greeting, the two of them chatted for longer before Maia finally stopped talking to him.

While Gerald was just trying to be nice to her, he didn't seem to want to bother her at all.

Gerald was fine with it, and he did the same.

After all, although it seemed that Maia was heading to Salford Province to undergo some secret missions, Gerald was not interested at all.

Meanwhile, Queta had just finished cutting another fruit. He could see that Gerald and Maia seemed to know each other. Moreover, he was sitting right across from them.

Sensing the opportunity, Queta smiled as she asked Maia in a friendly and warm tone, "I just cut the fruit, Miss. Would you like to?"

"Thank you, but I don't eat fruit!" rejecting Maia casually.

To him, Gerald was still as low as ever. He naturally also did not need to show any respect to his friends.

It was similar to a scenario where a circle of friends would completely ignore one person, just because everyone there was also looking down on them.

Since Gerald was a person looked down upon by his group, every single one of his friends would definitely be treated the same way.

Conversely, if the person is strong enough in the circle of friends, every friend they introduce will definitely be respected and liked by others.

Queta's initial intention was to make Gerald appear more respectful in front of his friends. Unexpectedly, the beautiful woman did not seem to like him.

Upon hearing her reply, Queta only blushed before pulling her hand, feeling a little bitter.

“Maia, I've brought some tangerines. They're from my hometown relatives and they're pretty sweet! Here, let me peel one for you!” warren said with a smile on him.

Although it was common for others to try to please them, given their high status, they would not just give random people a chance to please them. That would definitely give them too much respect.

Hearing Warren's offer, Maia immediately gave a small nod.

Their group was clearly made up of people from various places.

“Of course. Here it is!” warren replied with a smile as he handed them some tangerines.

After peeling one for Maia, Warren handed her a tangerine and she put it in her mouth before saying, “You were right! It's really sweet!”

As Maia's group starts chatting about the family's next affair, Gerald can see that Queta blushes in embarrassment as she stares at Maia.

Gerald couldn't be blamed for feeling that way. After all, she felt a little angry as well with Maia's behavior.

It is clear that Maia has absolutely no respect for Queta.

He then smiled and patted Queta on the shoulder before peeling the orange for her.

"How do we get to Wendall City, Gerald?" ask Queta while eating the orange.

“We will go there by car. Since we're not dealing with anything special, we won't need the help of the property owner my sister invested in Salford City. We'll see how the rest plays out later! ” reply Gerald.

After all, other than him, Zack was the only other person who knew about his father's order to investigate the incident secretly.

As far as anyone else knows, Gerald only went to Salford Province for the trip.

This is why he has not informed the owner of the property invested there of his arrival. After all, he didn't really have any requests at the moment.

He also heard that the property was not too big, even smaller, compared to what he had on Mayberry.

In the blink of an eye, four hours had passed and the night slowly crept in.

Around that time, more than ten luxury cars had been parked right outside Salford High Railway Station.

“Why hasn't he come yet? It's so tiring to stand here for so long ... Anyway, to think that you will come alone, Mr. Zatyr. Who exactly are we waiting for?” said a woman.

“Sittle down and stand up properly! If you end up offending that person because of your ignorance and irreverence, you will definitely suffer a lot!” shouted Mr. Zatyr—middle-aged man—at his subordinates.