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The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 60

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.

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