The Poor Billionaire

Chapter 34 The Attendants' Pligh

"Ha-ha!" Farris chuckled, patted Horace on the shoulder, and insisted, "Young man, as I said earlier, we

are friends. It doesn't matter if you also buy dessert on my tab. I'm not complaining. Besides,

everything you bought costs me an insignificant amount of money. Don't stress it. Just accept the

desserts. If you don't, I'll be very unhappy."

Farris immediately made an unhappy grimace. 'Mr. Warren, how can I allow you to spend money while

I'm here? Please just accept it,' he thought to himself.

"Okay, okay, Mr. Rivera. Since you have insisted, I will accept it. Thank you for your kindness today."

Horace cupped his hands and bowed to show his appreciation to Farris.

He was really good at putting on an act. Everyone in the cake shop was hooked. They were all jealous

of him. They thought of how lucky he was to have obtained favor from and made friends with such an

affluent and influential man.

If only they had such a rich friend, most of their life problems would be settled. They instantly became

depressed because they weren't so lucky.

"Hey, young man. It's my pleasure. Take everything as a gift from me!" Farris behaved modestly and he

patted Horace on the shoulder again as if they were really good friends.

"Thank you once again, Mr. Rivera. I'll take my leave now. Goodbye!" Horace still wanted to leave so

that Farris could get down to business. When he took the desserts, he waved at him and left the cake Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

shop with Laila.

The moment the door slammed shut behind the two customers, Brice laughed and said, "That young

man is so lucky to be your friend, Mr. Rivera."

"Lucky? Brice, if you don't have anything sensible to say, why don't you keep your fucking mouth shut?

You are getting on my nerves. For your information, it's the other way around. I'm so lucky to be

acquainted with Mr. Warren. Our friendship is more beneficial to me than it is to him. Do you

understand?" Farris angrily set him straight.

Now that Laila was no longer here, there was no need to keep Horace's true identity under wraps

anymore. He revealed who Horace truly was to drive his point and changed Brice's preconceived

notion.

There were only a handful of people that Farris showed respect to in Rinas. Judging from the way he

spoke to Brice, it was obvious that he didn't hold him in high esteem at all.

"What?" Brice exclaimed as soon as he heard those words. He stammered, "Mr. Rivera, what... what

did you just call that young man?"

"Young man? How dare you address him like that? Fuck! Brice, do you have a screw loose or

something? Don't you dare disrespect Mr. Warren! Otherwise, you would die miserably!" Farris foamed

at the mouth. Clenching his fists tightly, he cursed again, "Damn it! You have gone too far, Brice. Don't

think you have the right to address Mr. Warren as a young man because I did the same while he was

here. I was forced to do so because of the situation. What makes you think you can address him like

that?"

"Mr. Warren? Mr. Rivera, why do you show great respect to him? Or did you make a mistake?" At first,

Brice thought he had misheard. But he realized he heard correctly after Farris said the name, Mr.

Warren, thrice while scolding him.

He couldn't fathom why that young man got so much respect, so he asked out of curiosity.

"Fuck! Brice, what's wrong with you? I never knew you were this stupid until today. The people I

respect in Rinas could be counted on the fingers of one hand. So, how can I make a mistake about

such a thing? Don't ask me such silly questions ever again. If you dare, I will kick your head off. Have I

made myself clear?" Brice's doubtful questions made Farris go through the roof. This man was getting

on his nerves. How dared Brice doubt Horace's identity and even query Farris for respecting him? It

seemed that Brice wanted to leave the earth very soon!

Stella and Davina were still present and they watched the scene. They knew Farris to be the most

dangerous and one of the wealthiest men in the whole city. From the stories they heard, very few

people commanded respect from him. Thus, they were so shocked that he showed great respect to a

poor young loser.

'What the hell is going on? Why was Mr. Rivera flipping out because of a pauper? There must be an

underlying reason why he supports that man. What is it?'

In a bid to work his way out of this unfavorable situation, Brice gently asked, "Mr. Rivera, please can

you tell me how powerful Mr. Warren is?"

He knew how powerful Farris was in Rinas. The man once controlled all the gangsters and had

successful businesses. The fact that he respected such a young man only indicated that Horace's

nobility and wealth were unquantifiable.

"Now you are talking. Actually, I don't know how powerful and wealthy Mr. Warren is. But what I do

know is that he's the god in Rinas and even in the East Mountain Province. No one I know is worthy

enough to rub shoulders with him. In the future, he would become even nobler. He would gain more

power if he becomes the head of his family. When that time comes, he would become one of the top

figures in the whole world!"

Despite being an associate of the Warren family, Farris still couldn't quantify the amount of power they

had. His visit to Antawood had only made him know the tip of the iceberg. And that was enough for him

to know that they were on a whole different level.

The statement he made just now was just a conservative estimate.

The wealth of the Warren family was beyond anyone's imagination.

"What?" Brice exclaimed with his eyes wide open. He didn't expect that such a big shot came to his

cake shop today. He found it hard to believe that the shabbily dressed man who just left would actually

be a legendary figure in the future.

"Brice, don't be so shocked! You are rather lucky to have had Mr. Warren in your shop and also had the

opportunity to see him. How about you give me 50% off?"

"Eh? 50% off?" Farris's request threw Brice off balance. Rumor had it that Farris was a difficult person

to do business with. Brice heard that he always bid low during a bargain, but he didn't expect that it

would be this low. Such a huge discount was unheard of in this line of business, but Farris had just

requested it.

The two of them decided to excuse themselves from the shop at this moment. They went into the

meeting room on the second floor to talk business.

At this time, Stella was still standing in a corner even though she had been sacked. Davina stood

behind the counter. They both trembled with fear as soon as the men left. Never in their wildest dreams

would they have thought that a poor loser like Horace was actually an affluent man.

"What should we do?" Stella rubbed her chin thoughtfully. Now that she knew Horace's true identity,

she was extremely afraid that he would take revenge on her.

It might seem that she was overthinking things, but she wasn't. One of her friends had suffered a lot at

the hands of a rich young man just because she had offended him.

Having seen what her friend had gone through, she was filled with an inexplicable fear of rich kids.

"Stella, how about we secretly meet that rich man and ask for his forgiveness?" Davina suggested in a

low voice as she panicked.

"Alas!" Stella sighed. With her shoulders slouched, she said remorsefully to Davina, "Davina, it's all my

fault. I behaved snobbishly and even landed you in trouble."

In a fearful tone, she added, "Davina, you know nothing about trust-fund babies. You are only saying

we should go to him because you haven't experienced or heard of their cruelty. One of my friends fell

prey to one of them. He wanted to have sex with her, but she refused to give in to his advances. In the

end, he frustrated her life. Her entire family took their own lives by jumping off a tall building. I'm afraid

that we would be putting ourselves in grave danger if we go to find him."

Davina trembled with fear when she heard her former colleague's statement. "God forbid! Stella, our

fates would not be like that. Let's just go to find him and apologize. Maybe he would let go of our

families. If we don't make amends now, we will continue to be in his bad books. He will give us a hard

time and persecute our families in the future. You just heard what Mr. Rivera said about the amount of

power that young man wields. I think we should do the right thing now!"

Unbeknown to them, Horace had waved aside what happened in the cake shop after he left.