Just as Gerald took the tissues out, Yolanda snatched them out of his hands before rushing toward Jarvis. She wanted to help wipe the sweat off Jarvis’s forehead too. ‘The audacity of some people!’ Gerald thought to himself, irritated. Yolanda seemed to be quite fond of Jarvis, which was why she had invited Queeny along. Queeny would act as her wingwoman so that she could get closer to Jarvis. Yolanda knew what she wanted. It was as though anyone other than Jarvis didn’t deserve her attention. Even though Gerald had just met her, he was already fairly annoyed with her attitude. “So, what did your dad say, Hugo?” The question came from Queeny. “Well, he said that he can’t help us… He said he wasn’t able to contact anyone here. What about you, Jarvis?” asked Hugo. As Hugo turned to look at him, Jarvis seemed to have just ended his phone call as well. “Any luck?” asked Queeny. She was now willing to pay for a ticket since they were no longer for sale. After all, getting a ti
Gerald was speechless as he followed behind them. Someone else had taken the credit for what he had done. He had thought that scenarios like these wouldn’t happen to him again. Jarvis himself looked like he was clearly out of his mind. It was as though he had lost all his common sense. Why would the manager speak up for him when the one he had contacted was only the vice manager? Then again, Gerald knew that this was partly his fault for acting so low-key with everything he did. However, he didn’t really want to expose his true identity now, especially not in front of these pricks. The entire experience was just slightly disappointing. As they entered further into the building, the two groups slowly merged into a single, large one. After Jarvis’s ‘help’, the girls from the other group were feeling grateful toward him. Some of them even started idolizing him, and this made Yolanda green with envy, birthing a strong sense of rivalry in her soul. The girls flirting with him were
Since Jarvis didn’t try to stop her, Yolanda continued making rude remarks from time to time. Gerald on the other hand, was being treated as though he didn’t exist. After two long hours of sightseeing, it was already around 11 a.m. Since there were several restaurants in the building, Jarvis suggested for them to find a place to have lunch. They would be able to talk more while seated anyway. Naturally, Michelle and her friends accepted the offer and they soon found a nearby restaurant. Finally able to take a seat, Gerald put their bags down and sat at one of the tables as well. “And who said that you could sit here?!” screamed a voice just as Gerald sat down. “Aren’t we eating? Is it wrong for me to take a seat?” asked Gerald, clearly annoyed. The voice had belonged to Yolanda and she was at her limit. Her jealousy had overpowered her rationality since she had to watch Michelle talk to Jarvis this entire time. Since she wasn’t being noticed enough, she decided to cause a sce
“As if I care! She’s the one who spilled soup on me! I’ve done nothing wrong! She’s a mere waitress anyway, big deal!” huffed Yolanda. She wasn’t afraid of the consequences since she knew that Jarvis was definitely the most powerful man in the room at that moment. Nobody would dare to defy him and in extension, her. Besides, her spotlight had been stolen by Michelle and she was already having a pretty bad day. Not only did they not apologize for the soup on her clothes, but the manager was here scolding her! This was ridiculous… The more she thought about it, the more Yolanda looked as though she would explode in anger. “Don’t cry, Nat… I’ll have someone call Mr. Wadford for you. Your dad will definitely be able to handle this!” comforted the manager. Natalie Wadford was the daughter of Blake Wadford, the manager of this entire tourist attraction. Her father was also one of the main organizers of the new projects around the area. Blake had been assigned from the main branch in
The bodyguards showed no mercy. Though Michelle was slightly older than the others, she too was terrified as she watched the chaos unfold before her eyes. Gerald on the other hand, simply sat there quietly. He was no saint and he wasn’t obligated to help everyone with everything. He knew that Blake Wadford sounded familiar and if he wanted to, he could even talk him out of it. But Gerald didn’t want to. He had no obligations to help Yolanda and Jarvis. Both of them were mere strangers to him. Besides, Yolanda had constantly looked down on him. She deserved to be beaten up like this for always being so stubborn and reckless. It would seem that Queeny and the others were going to be involved in this as well. All of a sudden, a team of employees rushed into the restaurant. “M-Mr. Wadford! Stop! Please stop!” pleaded what seemed to be the team’s leader. More employees rushed in behind her. The leader of the team was the girl at the ticket counter earlier. She was apparently also
Gerald had intervened because he couldn’t stand watching Jarvis and Yolanda continue to abuse his power. Besides, Gerald finally remembered who Blake Wadford was. He was the one who had organized a birthday party for Elena Larson. Gerald had been occupied with Lilian during the party, so he was only able to have a short talk with Blake back then. They were acquainted at most. However, Jarvis and Yolanda were clearly crossing the line, all because he wanted to keep a low profile. If they were his close friends, he would’ve just let it slide. However, these two were complete nobodies. ‘Why should I remain quiet and let these idiots have their way with my men?’ Gerald thought to himself. “M-Mr. Crawford? You were here this entire time?” Blake knew that he was screwed the moment he saw Gerald. It was as though his heart had just dropped all the way down into his stomach. He had been angry after hearing that his beloved daughter had been hurt.Since all his attention had been focus
“Hold it Gerald! Explain yourself!” said Queeny as she rushed toward him. Her face was deathly pale and she seemed very shaken up. Just like all the others, she didn’t know how Gerald had been able to turn the tables so easily. She had always looked down on him. The moment Gerald had successfully intervened, Queeny felt as though she had just been crushed by a boulder. In her mind, she was continually wishing that it was someone else who was holding on to that much power. Anyone would do. Anyone but Gerald. ‘Why did he refer to Gerald as Mr. Crawford?’ ‘Wasn’t he merely some lowlife? Why, oh why…’ These were the thoughts flooding Queeny’s mind. She felt extremely upset. “What do you want?” asked Gerald dismissively. ‘If it wasn’t for Mr. Winters, I wouldn’t even be wasting my time fooling around with you people,’ Gerald thought to himself. “Explain yourself right this instant! Why was that guy so respectful toward you? He even seemed scared of you! What’s your relation wi
“Holy! Queeny? I already gave you an answer!” shouted Gerald with a jump. He definitely hadn’t expected her to chase after him. “What is with you? I’m just… concerned! Look, you may have won the lottery or something, and though I’m not sure how much you won, aren’t you acting a little too naively? Society’s going to eat you up! No matter how much you’ve won, be careful and don’t get tricked or you’ll end up in the streets later on!” ‘Yeah… That made much more sense. Gerald must have invested in the attraction with the lottery money.’ This was the only reasonable conclusion that she could come up with at that moment. Her emotions were in disarray and she was feeling extremely upset by the sudden change in power dynamic. After saying what she needed to to calm herself down, Queenie immediately left the office, her cheeks puffed up. “Hah. This girl… If she ever found out about my true identity, I’d never hear the end of it!” said Gerald before chuckling. As Blake went off to run h