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 fedulings per

Chris was directly serving the country bumpkin spiritual

afraid that he would be

this still the shopkeeper that

at Jasmine with

Who was this person?

and said calmly, “Hey, let go of me! Otherwise,

was puzzled

dared to flash him that smile again, Jasmine would not think twice

skipped a

things to Chris! Even our family’s

Faye once again saw a

let go of Jasmine’s

face was still full of flattery as he replied to

It’s my fault.

don’t be angry and

Master William coincidentally had

he’ll personally

What the f*ck?!’ Faye

he was shocked by a bolt

few words echoed in his brain,

of treatment

wanted to meet William, he would have

when William had the time would he

bumpkin? Why

if his soul was floating out

quivered as he had

held

would have

Faye only wanted to leave this place and find

Faye felt his knees were weak, and he could not even control

Young Master Faye

he thought of killing

Young Master Faye?

know that Faye would be killed in seconds by

he trying to dig his

around and glanced at

replaced by a standard

other inscription business for

pick another time to

might seem as if Chris was discussing with him, but there was no room for negotiation at

Edgar, he was willing to let go of other

Chris left the

led Jasmine

Jasmine stopped