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.

worth no more than 80 fedulings

directly serving the country bumpkin spiritual tea that cost 200 fedulings

be afraid that he would be

the shopkeeper that

at Jasmine with a changed

Who was this person?

time, Jasmine frowned and said calmly, “Hey, let go

puzzled over

he dared to flash him that smile again, Jasmine

heart skipped

to Chris! Even our family’s elders

once again saw

Jasmine’s hand and smiled

his face was still full of flattery as he

It’s my fault.

don’t be angry and

William coincidentally had

he’ll personally

What the f*ck?!’ Faye screamed in

he was shocked by a bolt of thunder,

echoed in his brain, Master William Personally

of treatment was

of the White family wanted to meet William, he

had the time would he

country bumpkin? Why was William willing

if his soul was floating out of

quivered as

held onto the

he would have

this place and find

weak, and

his servant untimely murmured, “Chris, Young

and he thought of killing his

Young Master Faye?

he not know that Faye would be

trying to dig

around and glanced at

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

won’t be doing other

time to visit

him, but there was

of serving Edgar, he was willing to

saying that, Chris left the dumbfounded Faye

led Jasmine into the

stopped in tracks