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.

However, it was only worth no more than 80 fedulings per cup.

In contrast, Chris was directly serving the country bumpkin spiritual tea that cost 200 fedulings each cup.

Moreover, Chris appeared to be afraid that he would be dissatisfied and kept flattering him.

Was this still the shopkeeper that he once knew?

Faye looked at Jasmine with a changed expression.

Who was this person?

At this time, Jasmine frowned and said calmly, “Hey, let go of me! Otherwise, I'll be angry.” Jasmine was puzzled over Chris's friendliness.

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

Faye's heart skipped a beat.

“This man’s crazy! He said such things to Chris! Even our family’s elders don't dare to disrespect Chris when they're here to buy inscriptions!”

The next moment, Faye once again saw a shocking scene.

Chris let go of Jasmine’s hand and smiled faintly.

But, his face was still full of flattery as he replied to Edgar, “Sorry.

It's my fault.

Young Master Jasmine, please don't be angry and have a seat inside.

Unfortunately, Master William coincidentally had some errands outside.

Otherwise, he'll personally attend to you.”

'What..! What the f*ck?! Faye screamed in his heart.

He felt as if he was shocked by a bolt of thunder, and his mind went blank.

Chris's few words echoed in his brain, Master William Personally attend...

What type of treatment was this?!

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

Then, only when William had the time would he be able to meet him.

Who was this country bumpkin? Why was William willing to accompany him?

Faye felt as if his soul was floating out of his body.

His body quivered as he had a seizure.

Thankfully, he held onto the rail.

Otherwise, he would have fallen...

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

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

Then, suddenly, his servant untimely murmured, “Chris, Young Master Faye still wants to buy something...”

Faye straightened himself immediately, and he thought of killing his servant.

Young Master Faye?

Did he not know that Faye would be killed in seconds by Young Master Jasmine?

Was he trying to dig his grave?

Chris turned around and glanced at Faye.

The initially flattering smile he had while serving Jasmine was replaced by a standard smile, “Young Master Faye, there's an important guest right now.

Hence, we won't be doing other inscription business for the moment.

Do pick another time to visit us.”

It might seem as if Chris was discussing with him, but there was no room for negotiation at all. For the sake of serving Edgar, he was willing to let go of other sales!

After saying that, Chris left the dumbfounded Faye and his servant behind.

Then, he bowed as he led Jasmine into the inner chamber.

When they entered the chamber, Jasmine stopped in tracks and glanced at Faye.

It was so terrifying! Faye rolled his eyes and fainted on the ground.

Under Chris's lead, Jasmine arrived at the inscription booths inner chamber.

However, it appeared to be like a reception room instead.

The layout is simple and elegant, and one would immediately feel calm being in there.

It felt as if one could think better with each breath they took there.

Later, Chris served Jasmine the 200 fedulings spiritual tea.

Jasmine took a sip and felt a warm feeling.

Soon, an unspeakable comfort spread along with his limbs and each part of his body.

“If Young Master Jasmine likes it, you can bring some home later,” Chris said with a smile. Jasmine looked at him indifferently, but he did not say anything.

Chris's attitude was suspicious.

Nonetheless, Jasmine knew that this must be related to William.

However, what he did not understand was why William was impressed.

Seeing tat Jasmine drank the tea, Chris rubbed his hands and asked, “May I know if you're here to advise us on anything, Young Master Jasmine?”

“Advice?’ Jasmine secretly cursed.

Oceans Chamber of Commerce had their inscription apprentice and master, and Jasmine thought they should be the one advising him instead.

“Is Chris mocking me?’ At the thought of this, Jasmine snorted, and he answered coldly, “I've drawn a few pieces of weight inscriptions again.

How much are you buying them?”

"Six hundred fedulings per piece.” Chris made a gesture.

"What?" Jasmine frowned.

The laststime he was there to sell the same weight inscriptions, Chris was only willing to pay 260 fedulings each.

After Jasmine’ s wheedling, Chris finally gave in and purchased 1000 fedulings for all three. However, this time he offered 600 fedulings per piece, which totaled 1800 fedulings for all three. That was almost twice the price he paid before.

Moreover, Jasmine was aware that the Oceans Chamber of Commerce was only selling their weight inscriptions for 500 fedulings each.

Buying it at 600 fedulings and selling it at 500?

Was the Oceans Chamber of Commerce alright?

That was suspicious! It was simply too suspicious!