The Poor Billionaire

Chapter 32 Scary Threa

Farris was satisfied after Stella got fired. She moved away from the counter and he ignored her. He

slowly walked to Horace's side and said in a surprised tone, "Ah! It's you, young man. What a

coincidence. We have been bumping into each other in different places recently. I sense a pattern here.

Anyway, tell me what you want to buy. I'll treat you today just to celebrate our budding friendship."

"Well..." Horace laughed inwardly when he saw the surprised expression on Farris's face. He never

expected that such a powerful man would be so good at acting. People who didn't know that they knew

each other would think they just occasionally met coincidentally. Horace matched Farris's energy by

pretending to be surprised.

With a friendly countenance, he said, "Hello, Mr. Rivera. Nice to meet you again. Thank you for your

kindness, but I can afford to buy what I want."

"Ha-ha! Since I have already offered to pay, don't refuse my offer. Take it as a gift from a friend," Farris

said and chuckled. Afterward, he looked at Davina and asked, "Hey, young lady. What did this young

man want to buy? Tell me."

"What?" Davina was stunned when she heard Farris's question. She was still in a daze because of

what happened a while ago. What shocked her the most was the way Stella cowered in the presence

of Farris. Her colleague had always bullied her, so she saw her as a terrible woman. Since Farris made

Stella behave like an obedient bunny, Davina guessed how horrible he was.

It would be good if she didn't tremble after such a dangerous person spoke to her.

After a while, Davina came to her senses and stammered, "Mr. Rivera, just now... this... young man

asked me to show him the most expensive cake here. Is there something I can do for you?"

"It isn't a mere coincidence that I met this young man here at this time. What kinds of best cakes do

you have? Now I want you to make one of each kind for this young man." Farris waved his hand

generously as he made the order.

"Okay, Mr. Rivera," Davina readily agreed with a nod.

In Farris's case, no one dared to check if he had money to pay for the cake. If anyone dared, they

would be stepping on his toes.

Horace admired Farris for stepping in. He was so thoughtful. Not only did he pre-order different cakes

for him, but he also prevented him from losing face here. Things would have been worse if Farris hadn't

come to his rescue.

Davina took out a pen and notepad. "Hello, sir, please leave your contact information, address, and the

day you would like the cake to be delivered. We will deliver it on time for free."

"Laila, it's your birthday cake. I'll celebrate with you on that day. Which restaurant would you like in

Rinas? I will make a reservation for you. If you can't make a choice, then let's just celebrate in the Sea

Pavilion!" Horace looked at Laila and asked softly.

"Well... Horace, how about we make a reservation with a cheap restaurant?" As Laila spoke, she shook

her head in disagreement.

Horace's suggestion of the Sea Pavilion had taken her by surprise. As far as she was concerned, thatText content © NôvelDrama.Org.

place was out of the question. She worked there part-time, so she knew it was very expensive.

A simple dinner for three people in the Sea Pavilion cost a minimum of three thousand dollars. This

meant that the average cost for a person's single meal would be at least one thousand dollars.

Horace argued immediately. "Laila, I don't like your suggestion. Your birthday is special, so we can't

celebrate it in an ordinary restaurant. Let's just have it at the Sea Pavilion."

Stella was standing in a corner when she heard Horace speaking with so much confidence. She burst

into laughter and remarked, "Look at this guy. Why are you pretending to be rich? How dare you say

you would go to the Sea Pavilion? I hate to burst your bubble, but I'm sure you can't even get past the

security at the gate. They don't allow people like you in."

"Humph! Do you think the employees in the Sea Pavilion are mean like you? They are well-trained and

respectful. You are not worthy to be compared to them at all. It would be a big insult."

Horace had no respect for Stella even though she was, until a few moments ago, an attendant here. He

had worked as an attendant before, so he knew the ins and outs of this service. Stella had gone

against the rules by looking down on him and Laila for a long time.

Horace wouldn't be this angry if she had only mocked him. But she crossed the line by humiliating

Laila. He couldn't tolerate anyone that hurt his one true friend.

For this reason, he put Stella in her place.

"Ha-ha! You talk as if you have ever been there, poor loser!"

Stella was unrelenting. Since she had nothing to lose, she wasn't afraid of anything, not even Horace.

She continued to do what had made her lose her job in the first place.

A hot slap suddenly landed on Stella's face. Farris then stood in front of her.

He had walked towards her the moment she began to ridicule Horace again.

Stella had focused all her attention on Horace, so she didn't see Farris approaching her. Repeating the

insult, poor loser, was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Farris had exerted great strength in the slap. Stella held her cheek and looked at him in horror. She

stammered, "You..." She was about to shout at him, but she suddenly remembered that this man was

superior to her boss. She swallowed her words.

At this moment, Farris said angrily, "Are you nuts? Didn't you just get sacked for your bad behavior?

More so, I just said that this young man is my friend. How dare you insult him again? You are a woman,

but I don't show anyone mercy. Gender doesn't matter to me. Do you know who I am? I'm Farris

Rivera. If you get me angry, I will sell you to a human trafficker in a remote village. Do you know I can

do that?"

"What?" Stella's eyes widened and she shivered when she heard Farris's name. She sank to her knees

the next second. She didn't expect that the Mr. Rivera her boss had brought here was the most

dangerous man in Rinas. She finally managed to stammer in fear, "Mr. Rivera, please forgive me. I'm

sorry. Please let me go. I will do anything you ask of me. Please don't sell me to a human trafficker in a

remote village!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!" Like the gangster that he was, Farris put one hand in his pocket and rubbed his chin with

the other. He looked at Stella carefully and said, "You have a pretty face and a good figure. I can sell

you for a good price!"

"Ah! Please don't sell me, Mr. Rivera. I'm sorry. Please forgive me!"

"Saying sorry to me is completely useless!" Farris glanced at her with a wicked smirk. This sent a

shiver down her spine. She moved backward involuntarily. Now she wished the ground would open up

and swallow her. It was better than being enslaved.

It wasn't until she looked at Horace that she understood what Farris meant. She groveled to Horace's

feet and apologized, "I'm sorry, sir. I have realized my mistakes. This will never repeat itself. Please let

me go!"