“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