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.

it was only worth no more than 80 fedulings

directly serving the country bumpkin spiritual tea that cost

afraid that he would be

the shopkeeper that he once

at Jasmine

Who was this person?

Jasmine frowned and said calmly, “Hey, let

puzzled over Chris’s

that smile again, Jasmine

skipped a

our family’s elders don’t dare to disrespect Chris when they’re here to buy

moment, Faye once

of Jasmine’s hand and

full of flattery as he

It’s my fault.

Jasmine, please don’t be angry and have a seat

William coincidentally had some

he’ll personally

the f*ck?!’ Faye screamed

shocked by a bolt of thunder, and his mind went

in his brain, Master William Personally

type of treatment

of the White family wanted to meet

the time would he

was this country bumpkin? Why was William willing to

if his soul was

body quivered as he had

he held

he would

only wanted to leave this place and find a secluded spot to calm

felt his knees were weak, and he could not even control

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

himself immediately, and he thought of

Young Master Faye?

know that Faye would be killed

trying to dig

around and

serving Jasmine was replaced by a standard smile, “Young Master Faye, there’s an important guest right

be doing other inscription business for the

pick another time to visit

as if Chris was discussing with him, but there was no room for

he was

that, Chris left the dumbfounded Faye

he bowed as he led Jasmine

stopped in tracks and