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

contrast, Chris was directly serving the country bumpkin spiritual tea that cost 200 fedulings

appeared to be afraid that he would be dissatisfied and

the shopkeeper that he

Jasmine with a

Who was this person?

said calmly, “Hey, let

was puzzled

that smile again, Jasmine would not think twice to

skipped

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

next moment, Faye once again saw a

of Jasmine’s hand

still full of

It’s my fault.

be

coincidentally had some errands

personally

What the f*ck?!’ Faye

as if he was shocked by a bolt

few words echoed in his brain, Master

of treatment was

meet

William had the time

this country bumpkin? Why was William willing

if his soul was floating out

quivered as he

he held

he would

that moment, Faye only wanted to leave this place and find a secluded spot

his knees were weak, and he could not even

Young Master Faye still wants to buy

straightened himself immediately, and he thought of killing

Young Master Faye?

not know that Faye would be killed in seconds by Young

he trying to dig his

around and glanced

was replaced by a standard smile, “Young

doing other inscription business

time

Chris was discussing with him, but there was no

sake of serving Edgar, he was willing

that, Chris left the dumbfounded Faye and his

led Jasmine into the inner

chamber, Jasmine stopped in tracks