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

country bumpkin spiritual

that he

shopkeeper

looked at Jasmine

Who was this person?

“Hey, let go of me!

was puzzled over

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

heart skipped a

family’s elders don’t

once again

let go of Jasmine’s hand and smiled

of flattery

It’s my fault.

don’t be angry and have a

coincidentally had some errands

he’ll personally attend to

f*ck?!’ Faye

was shocked by a bolt of thunder,

words echoed in his brain, Master

of

head of the White family wanted to meet William, he

William had the time would

bumpkin? Why was

soul was

as he had

held onto

he would

only wanted to leave this place and find a

knees were weak, and he could not

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

himself immediately, and he thought of killing

Young Master Faye?

Faye would be killed in seconds by Young Master

he trying to

around and glanced

had while serving Jasmine was replaced by a standard smile, “Young Master

doing other inscription

time to

if Chris was discussing with him, but there was

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

left the dumbfounded Faye and his

as he led Jasmine into the inner

the chamber, Jasmine stopped