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 than 80 fedulings

was directly serving the country bumpkin spiritual tea that cost 200

be afraid that he

the shopkeeper that

looked at Jasmine with a changed

Who was this person?

“Hey, let

was puzzled over Chris’s

smile again, Jasmine

skipped a

He said such things to Chris! Even our family’s elders don’t dare to

once again saw

go of Jasmine’s

still full of flattery as he replied to

It’s my fault.

Jasmine, please don’t be angry

William coincidentally had

he’ll personally attend

the f*ck?!’ Faye screamed in his

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

words echoed in his brain, Master

of treatment was

the White family wanted to meet William, he would

when William had the time would he be able

country bumpkin? Why was

felt as if his soul was floating out of his

as he had

he held

would

leave this place and find a secluded spot to calm himself

weak, and he could not

servant untimely murmured, “Chris, Young Master Faye still wants to buy

he thought of killing

Young Master Faye?

not know that Faye would be killed in seconds by Young Master

he trying to dig his

around and glanced at

was replaced by a standard smile, “Young Master Faye, there’s

we won’t be doing other inscription business for the

pick another time to visit

discussing with him, but there was no room for negotiation

the sake of serving Edgar, he was willing to let go

the

led Jasmine into

Jasmine stopped in tracks and glanced