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

country bumpkin spiritual tea that cost

appeared to be afraid that he would be dissatisfied

shopkeeper that he once

looked at Jasmine with

Who was this person?

“Hey,

puzzled

smile again, Jasmine would not think

heart skipped a

family’s elders don’t

moment, Faye once

let go of Jasmine’s hand and

his face was still full of flattery as he replied to Edgar,

It’s my fault.

Jasmine, please don’t be angry and have a

coincidentally had some

personally

the f*ck?!’ Faye screamed in his

he was shocked by a

in his brain, Master William Personally

of treatment

of the White family wanted to meet William, he would have to arrange a few days

when William had the time would he be able to

Why was William willing to

felt as if his soul was

body quivered as he had a

held

he would

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

weak, and

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

immediately, and he thought of killing his

Young Master Faye?

he not know that Faye would be killed

he trying to dig

turned around and glanced at

had while serving Jasmine was replaced by a standard smile, “Young Master Faye, there’s an

doing other inscription

pick another time to visit

was discussing with him, but there was no room for

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

Chris left the dumbfounded Faye

bowed as he led Jasmine

they entered the chamber, Jasmine stopped in tracks and glanced