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

directly serving the country bumpkin spiritual tea that cost 200

Chris appeared to be afraid that he would be dissatisfied and

the shopkeeper

Jasmine with a

Who was this person?

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

was puzzled over

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

skipped

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

next moment, Faye once again

let go of Jasmine’s hand and

still full of flattery as

It’s my fault.

Master Jasmine, please don’t be

coincidentally had some

personally attend

What the f*ck?!’ Faye screamed

a bolt of thunder, and his

in his brain,

of treatment was

meet William,

had the time would he be

was this country bumpkin? Why was

if his soul

as he had a

he held onto the

would

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

his knees were weak, and he

suddenly, his servant untimely murmured, “Chris, Young Master Faye

immediately, and he thought

Young Master Faye?

know that Faye would be killed in

to dig his

and glanced

was replaced by a standard smile, “Young Master Faye,

be doing other inscription business for

another time

as if Chris was discussing with him, but there was

sake of serving Edgar, he was

left the dumbfounded Faye and his servant

he bowed as he led Jasmine into

they entered the chamber, Jasmine stopped in tracks