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

was directly serving the country bumpkin spiritual tea that cost 200 fedulings each

afraid that he would be dissatisfied and kept

still the shopkeeper that he

Jasmine with a changed

Who was this person?

calmly, “Hey,

was puzzled

that smile again,

heart skipped

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

once again saw

of Jasmine’s hand

was still full of flattery as

It’s my fault.

please don’t be angry and

Master William coincidentally had some errands

personally attend

the f*ck?!’ Faye screamed

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

in his brain, Master

of treatment was

the head of the White family wanted to meet William, he would have to arrange

only when William had the time would he

Why was William willing

soul was floating out of his

as he had a

held

would

leave this place and find a secluded spot to

were weak, and he could not even control

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

immediately, and he thought

Young Master Faye?

he not know that Faye would be killed in seconds by

trying to dig

around and glanced

initially flattering smile he had while serving Jasmine was replaced by a standard smile, “Young Master Faye,

won’t be doing other inscription business for

time to visit

with him, but there was no room for

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

that, Chris left the dumbfounded Faye and his

led

Jasmine stopped in tracks and glanced at