The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

When Chris looked up, he instantly saw Joe.

At first, he even thought he was dreaming, and he hurriedly rubbed his eyes.

Once he was sure that it was Edgar, Chris’ face bloomed into a big smile, and he hurriedly came over.

At that moment, the servant was still nagging, “Brat, do you know who this is? He’s the Oceans Chamber of Commerce’s shopkeeper, Chris Feldman, and he’s close to our Young Master Faye…”

“Young Master Jasmine, you’re here!”

Before the servant could even finish his words, Chris’ loud voice interrupted him.

His tone was so sweet that Jasmine had goosebumps all over.

The servant quickly chimed in, “Chris, it’s Young Master Faye, not Jasmine…”

However, before the servant could finish his sentence again, he saw Chris moving swiftly to Jasmine and pulling his hand.

He then completely ignored Faye.

Then, Chris greeted in a friendly manner, “Young Master Jasmine, you’re finally here.

I’ve been waiting for you for days! You’re finally here!”

“Wh…?”

Faye and his servant widened their eyes and gasped.

They were frequent customers of the Oceans Chamber of Commerce, but Chris always treated them as regular customers, and he was never this enthusiastic before.

If someone ignorant saw this scene, they might think that Chris was a brothel keeper, and Young Master Jasmine was his great customer.

“What… What did he call the country bumpkin just now?” Faye was dumbfounded, but he quickly recovered and watched the unbelievable scene in front of him.

“Young… Young Master Jasmine… ” The servant also stuttered.

Nevertheless, Chris ignored the two and dragged Jasmine into the chamber.

“Young Master Jasmine, come over quick.

Let’s go in and have a talk.

We have a new batch of spiritual tea, which is much better than the one you tried before.

Each cup is two hundred fedulings, but if you like it, you can take two bags away before you leave.”

When Faye heard those words, his lips twitched.

Faye naturally knew what spiritual tea was.

Whenever the head of the White family had a guest over, he would always serve the best spiritual tea.

only worth no more

serving the country bumpkin spiritual tea that cost 200 fedulings

Chris appeared to be afraid that he would be dissatisfied

shopkeeper that

looked at Jasmine with a

Who was this person?

and said calmly, “Hey, let go

puzzled over Chris’s

that smile again, Jasmine would not

heart skipped a

our family’s elders don’t dare to disrespect Chris

Faye once again saw

of Jasmine’s

face was still full of flattery as he replied to Edgar,

It’s my fault.

Jasmine, please don’t be angry and have

Master William coincidentally had some

personally

What the f*ck?!’ Faye screamed in

if he was shocked by a bolt of thunder, and his mind went

echoed in his brain, Master William

of treatment was

the White family wanted to meet William, he would have to

the time

bumpkin? Why was

felt as if his soul was floating out of his

as he had a

held onto the

he would have

this place and find a secluded spot

weak,

suddenly, his servant untimely murmured, “Chris, Young Master Faye

himself immediately, and he thought

Young Master Faye?

Faye would be killed in seconds by Young

he trying to

and glanced

had while serving Jasmine was replaced by a standard smile, “Young Master Faye, there’s an important guest right

won’t be doing other inscription

pick another time

was discussing with him, but there was no room for negotiation

the sake of serving Edgar, he was

the

as he led Jasmine

chamber, Jasmine stopped in tracks