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

Chris was directly serving the country bumpkin spiritual tea

to be afraid that he would be dissatisfied and kept flattering

this still the shopkeeper that he once

at Jasmine with

Who was this person?

and said calmly, “Hey, let go of

was puzzled over Chris’s

smile again,

heart skipped a

Even our family’s elders don’t dare to

next moment, Faye once again saw a

of Jasmine’s hand and smiled

his face was still full of flattery as he replied to

It’s my fault.

please don’t be angry

coincidentally had

personally

the f*ck?!’ Faye screamed

if he was shocked by a

words echoed in his brain, Master William

of treatment was

meet William, he would have to

only when William had the time would he be able to meet

bumpkin? Why was

his soul

quivered as he had a

he held onto

he would have

wanted to leave this place and find a secluded

felt his knees were weak,

his servant untimely murmured, “Chris, Young Master Faye

he thought of killing

Young Master Faye?

Faye would be killed in

to dig his

around and glanced

had while serving Jasmine was replaced by a standard

be doing other inscription business

another time to visit

him, but there was no room

sake of serving Edgar, he was

that, Chris left the dumbfounded

he led Jasmine

the chamber, Jasmine stopped in tracks