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.

was only worth no more than 80

was directly serving the country bumpkin spiritual tea that

Chris appeared to be afraid that he would be dissatisfied and

shopkeeper that

at Jasmine

Who was this person?

frowned and said calmly, “Hey, let go of me! Otherwise, I’ll

was puzzled over

that smile again, Jasmine would not think twice to hit

skipped a

things to Chris! Even our family’s elders don’t dare to disrespect Chris when

once again saw a

Jasmine’s hand

was still full of flattery as he replied

It’s my fault.

Jasmine, please don’t be angry

William coincidentally had some

he’ll personally attend to

f*ck?!’ Faye screamed

by a bolt of thunder, and his mind

echoed in his brain, Master William

of treatment was

of the White family wanted to meet William, he

had the time would he be

was this country bumpkin? Why was William willing

soul was

body quivered as he had a

held

would have

wanted to leave this place

felt his knees were weak, and he

“Chris, Young Master Faye still wants to buy

immediately, and he thought of killing

Young Master Faye?

would be killed

he trying to dig his

and glanced at

Jasmine was replaced by a standard smile, “Young Master

won’t be doing other inscription business for

pick another time

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

of serving Edgar, he was

that, Chris left the dumbfounded Faye and

led Jasmine into

the chamber, Jasmine stopped in tracks and glanced