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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 532
“Young man, is your house in this town?”
The driver was a middle-aged man. He asked warmly and flashed a smile.
Gerald nodded.
“Well, congrats, kiddo, your town is about to undergo quite a significant development, and no piece of land here will
be left unattended! Not only will they provide housing fees, but also demolition fees and many job opportunities too!
You look like a college student, so when you’re back home, you should make good use of this opportunity!”
“Yeah, that would be nice!”
As they chatted along the way, they eventually arrived at Gerald’s hometown.
It was a town, but Gerald’s home was in a small village in the middle of the city—a town village.
There were many families in the village that run mills. They ran businesses like milling flour and such.
Back then, the best part about the village was the fantastic fragrance of freshly milled flour in the air.
But this trip back to his village, it was apparent that the fragrance of milled flour which Gerald missed was
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtsignificantly lesser now.
“Woohoo, the college student is back!”
“Why didn’t you bring your girlfriend back?”
“Gerald, have you found a job? I’m sure such a bright college student like you can find a good job, right?”
As soon as he entered the village, the villagers flocked around him and started questioning.
“Not yet!”
Gerald smiled.
“Hmph, then you went to college for nothing? It’s no different than the others who dropped out of school early to
work!” A woman taunted with disdain.
The village folks’ words were dreadful and judgemental, but Gerald did not bother much.
Instead, he turned away from their remarks and finally reached the door of his home.
When he took out his keys to unlock the door, he realized that the door lock was changed some time ago, and he
could not open it.
“What’s the matter?”
Gerald wondered for a moment.
“Oh, Gerald, you’re back!” A woman came out of the house next to Mr. Winters’s. She was Mr. Winters’s second
daughter-in-law, Sandrilla Sutton.
She approached Gerald while munching on some peanuts.
“Sandrilla, how come the house locks were changed?”
Gerald asked as he smiled wryly.
He had met Sandrilla before back when they were at the hospital.
She was very greedy for money and would take advantage of every situation, and she did not like losses.
“Oh, I changed it; what’s wrong?”
“Then what about the keys to my house?” Gerald asked.
“Huh, what do you mean by your house? Gerald, do you even know who this house belongs to now? I know why
you’re back. You heard that the house was about to be demolished, and you wanted to come back to get your fair
share of the money. Let me tell you this once, don’t even think about it! This is my house and written black and
white on the estate license!”
Sandrilla’s tone changed.
Gerald immediately understood what she meant.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMr. Winters had two houses when Gerald’s parents moved here. One was for their own family, and the other one
was this.
His parents paid for the house.
To be frank, there was no such thing as a real estate license in the countryside twenty years ago.
They only signed a simple contract, and it was the same contract that his dad had signed with Mr. Winters while
they were drinking.
That was a long time ago, and Gerald had no idea where his father had kept the contract.
During that time, they would not even have thought that Mr. Winters’ family would forcefully evict them to get the
house back.
And it was because of this matter.
Sandrilla, too, heard about the demolition project and tried to get her hands on the house. She could make tens of
thousands of dollars from it.
“Gerald, you’re back! Don’t listen to her nonsense; this house belongs to your family, and no one can take it away
from you!”
Suddenly, Mr. Winters came out and exclaimed firmly.
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