[Chapter 117]
"You're dining at the Majestic Phoenix Restaurant too? That's great, Mr. Crawford! I'll come over, and we can toast to a glass of wine!"
Cough. Cough.
If anyone were to make a toast, it should have been Gerald. No matter what it was, Wesley was still his senior, after all.
But since Mr. Harrison had invited him, he should just come over anyway so they could enjoy a drink together.
How could he not give face to Mr. Harrison? He even gave his room number to Mr. Harrison.
It was no big deal. At most, he would simply invest more in the future.
Gerald hung up the phone.
George and everyone else was still staring contemptuously at Gerald.
"That's unexpected! A person of this sort could have friends in the Majestic Phoenix Restaurant?!"
"Yeah. How pretentious!"
The girls sneered.
Now, Gerald's status in their hearts had significantly plummeted. Yes. Gerald was either a low profile second-generation heir or someone who had won the lottery of their hearts before this.
He was really very wealthy.
They could have garnered heaps of benefits from him.
At this time, however, Gerald was nothing more than a playboy. He was loved when he had money, of course, but what would happen when his lovers got sick and tired of him?
What would he be then?
As a result, everyone had a surprisingly consistent attitude toward him.
Then, the door to the room suddenly opened.
A large number of people were outside. About twenty to thirty middle-aged and elderly all dressed in suits and leather shoes, had gathered outside.
They all stood outside the door with wine glasses in hand.
George was left dumbfounded.
Even Alice and everyone else became extremely nervous.
What was happening?
"Zeller…Charles Zeller?"
"This…this…this…Mr. Harrison?"
"Chairman Myers, Chairman Lloyd, why are you guys here?"
George trembled as he spoke.
Amongst the twenty-odd people who were standing in front of him, which one of them wasn't an influential figure of Mayberry City?
Even Wesley Harrison from the Bureau of Commerce was here.
Also, Charles Zeller, the most influential and powerful figure in George's eyes, was here, standing amongst the crowd, laughing with a glass of wine in his hand.
Could they have all gathered here for me?
George was in a hazy, dreamlike state.
"Sit down, please have a seat!" George and his wife exclaimed in excitement.
"You're too polite. We are just here to make a toast, and we'll be leaving after that!"
Wesley bowed slightly as a gesture of respect towards George.
This respect, however, was actually not for George, but it was because of Gerald.
Wesley held a wine glass in his hand. Amid the room's exciting atmosphere, Wesley stood before Gerald, followed by the large group behind him.
"Raise your glasses to a toast for Mr. Crawford!"
After that, he finished the glass of wine.
"Mr. Crawford, a toast from us to you!"
Standing behind Wesley were investors for this project, and many of them were officials from the Bureau of Commerce.
Gerald was also speechless.
He initially thought that Wesley would come here on his own, even thinking of asking him to help with Alice's matter.
Gerald would never have expected so many people to come at once.
Not wanting to be impolite, he hurriedly finished his glass as a reply.
The scene left George dumbfounded as well.
Alice had stiffened up, seeming startled and shocked.
Jacelyn's mouth was opened so wide that an egg could easily fit inside.
Of course, they had initially thought he was nothing but a playboy.
But whatever their impression on him was, even the renowned Wesley Harrison from the Bureau of Commerce was present.
Moreover, they all addressed him as Mr. Crawford.
What did this indicate?
Gerald couldn't simply be a rich playboy! After all, Wesley was one of Mayberry City's most prominent and influential!