[Chapter 88]
Now, she wanted to vent all her inner resentment toward him.
You—Gerald was a nothing!
What was there to be so proud of!
"Hmph, you loser. Get out. If you don't get out now, I will call the security guard!" The few girls spoke coldly.
"This is not the place… Ah! Xavia, look! Mr. Bale is here!"
They suddenly pointed at the gate excitedly while mocking Gerald. A luxury car stopped by the gate, and a handsome young man in a blue suit came down from the car. He walked in confidently with one hand in his pocket.
"Mr. Bale!"
Several female waitresses waved toward him happily.
On the other hand, Xavia became very reserved and behaved like an elegant lady. "Xavia, you guys are busy…"
Mr. Bale came over and smiled.
"No, we are not busy, Mr. Bale. We are just stopping a loser from getting in just in case he disturbs your father and other people's meeting inside!"
She stood beside Bale as she spoke.
As for Bale, he hugged Xavia's waist lightly and looked at Gerald who was standing at the side.
"Where did you come from? This isn't a place that you can come into. Get out!" Bale shouted at Gerald.
Gerald was stunned.
Not because of Bale, but because of Xavia. It seemed that he had though wrongly of her. He had initially thought that Xavia would become less snobby after that incident. He had not expected her to get worse. It was clear now that she had come to the villa because she had bigger fish to fry—wanting to find a rich husband.
Gerald initially did not intend to reveal his identity although he heard their ridicule. He could still give Xavia some face. But in this case, he did not have to pretend anymore.
"Xavia! There's one thing that I've been hiding from you for a long time. I've decided to have a showdown with you today!" Gerald smiled slightly.
"Huh? What cards do you have on the table? Don't tell me that you've been faking your identity all along. Are you actually a rich and handsome guy? Hahaha, if that's the case, I will truly regret it!"
Xavia retorted sarcastically as she moved closer to Bale who was standing beside her.
"You're right. I am a rich second generation. I only learned about it three days after we broke up. I turned out to be a rich second generation and am quite rich. Haha…"
"Hahahaha…"
Xavia laughed out loudly.
"Gerald, you are unbelievable! I know you have the pride of a man and are very afraid that others will look down on you, but I did not expect you to be so phony. You? A rich second generation?! If so, I'm a rich daughter from a wealthy family!"
"This guy is shameless! How dare he call himself a rich second generation? Didn't he merely win the lottery?"
"Don't you know? He may be jealous seeing the beautiful Xavia being favored by Mr. Bale. That's why he says he is a rich second generation. Maybe he wants to let Xavia change her mind and dump her once again after that. I've seen many losers doing this!"
"I am a rich second generation. Xavia, I don't want to lie to you. Not only I am rich, but seventy percent of the buildings in the entire commercial street are under my name!" Gerald smiled bitterly.
He was telling the truth. Why did they not believe him?!