The Poor Billionaire

Chapter 41 The Proud Mistress

All of a sudden, an inner door opened slowly. A tall woman walked out. "What's going on here? Who's

disturbing the peace of this shop this early morning?" she asked with an impatient frown.

The woman looked angry, but when she saw Farris, the frown on her face immediately changed into a

smile. She said in a flattering tone, "Good morning, Mr. Rivera. It's a great honor to have you in our

shop today! What brings you here? Is there anything you need help with?"

She then looked at the shop attendants and scolded them, "Hey, you all didn't do well. Why didn't you

come to inform me that Mr. Rivera is here? He's an important person that deserves a special welcome.

Where are your brains at? Am I paying you to be figureheads here?"

The tall woman shot them a glare and then turned back to Farris. With an apologetic expression, she

added, "I'm sorry, Mr. Rivera. My employees are so thoughtless that they kept you waiting. I promise

this won't repeat itself. Now just tell me what I can help you with today."

As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed Horace standing close by. She eyed him from head to

toe and then said to the attendants, "Why is he still standing here? Why didn't you call the security to

kick this pauper out immediately? His poverty-stricken aura would affect Mr. Rivera's mood!"

The woman's words made Gussie confused. 'Did Mr. Rivera ask Libby Davies to come here because

he wants to humiliate this man in a big way? If so, why did he ask me to assist him in choosing a

perfect gift? Phew! Reading his mind is an arduous task. Something is weird, but I can't put my finger

on it!'

Libby was the manager of this BVLGARI shop and the woman that called Horace a pauper just now.

"Libby, what the hell are you talking about? Fuck! How dare you call Mr. Warren a pauper? Are you out

of your mind?" Farris instantly became furious when he heard Libby's words. After the first roar, he

continued, "Libby, no wonder all the shop attendants are rude and ill-mannered. It turns out that they

learned such manners from you. Aargh! Why didn't I know you were this kind of person.

Now I have realized that you are a small-minded bigot! What the hell are you doing? I'm so mad at you.

If you know what's good for you, better apologize to Mr. Warren now. Otherwise, I will beat the hell out

of you. Don't blame me for being cruel at that time!"

Farris angrily cursed and warned Libby at the same time. He was shouting so much that her mouth flew

open in shock.

It took a while before she finally found her tongue. In confusion, she asked, "Mr. Rivera, why are you

standing up for such a poor loser?"

"Fuck! Libby, did you just call him a poor loser? I made a wild guess before, but now I am certain that

you have gone mad. Didn't I just correct you? How dare you open your mouth to call him that

derogatory term?"

Farris roared and slapped Libby's left cheek with his strong right hand.

The sound of the slap echoed in the entire shop.

It was followed by the shocked gasps of the shop attendants, Lana, and Gussie. Shock and

embarrassment appeared on Libby's face as she held her cheek. She screamed in pain, "Ouch!"

Afterward, she pointed at her assailant and shouted, "Farris, I respected you and addressed you as Mr.

Rivera. I shouldn't have done that at all. After all, you are just a mere rich man in this city. Why are you

behaving so arrogantly? How dare you hit me? Mark my words. I will give you a taste of your own

medicine, bastard!"

"What the hell? Who do you think you are to insult and threaten me? You are just a mere regional

manager of a BVLGARI shop. How dare you call me names? You promised to give me a taste of my

own medicine. Come on, I'm waiting for your revenge. Let me see who you would call as your avenger!

Ha-ha! Is it Fraser?"

Farris had eyes and ears everywhere in Rinas. As a result, he knew who was backing Libby.

The reason why Libby was utterly arrogant was that she was the mistress of Fraser, one of the

wealthiest men in the city.

"Fraser?" Horace was confused when he heard Farris's words. He asked curiously, "Uncle Farris, why

does that name sound so familiar?"

At this moment, Gussie smirked and gave Horace a thumbs-up. 'Humph! I have to admit that I admire

your good acting skills. I didn't expect any good thing to come out of you, let alone excellent acting. Did

I just hear you say that the name sounds familiar? Why wouldn't it? Everyone in this city knows that

Fraser is the eighth richest man here!'

"Oh, Mr. Warren, you have forgotten him? Let me refresh your memory. Do you remember that short-

sighted guy that went against you when we were having dinner at the Sea Pavilion? You taught him a ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

lesson that day. Fraser is the father of that rude guy!"

When Farris finished speaking, he proudly thought to himself, 'There's a wide difference between me

and Fraser. We both had dinner with Mr. Warren a few days ago, but he has completely forgotten who

Fraser is. Now he addresses me as Uncle Farris. We are not on the same level!'

Meanwhile, Gussie also pondered, 'Mr. Rivera is getting so good at making up stories. Look at how he

said those words so easily. If I didn't know any better, I would believe him!'

"Aha! I remember him now!" It was after Farris's description that Horace finally remembered who

Fraser was. After nodding his head, he pointed at Libby and asked, "Then who is she? How is she

related to Fraser?"

"Well, she's his mistress. They have been dating secretly for quite some time now... You know, Mr.

Warren."

Farris intentionally said these words sinisterly.

"Oh, I see. That explains her pompousness. However, I want to understand why the people connected

to Fraser are so arrogant. His son was like this, and now, his lover is the same!" Horace sighed and

shook his head.

His last words angered Libby. Like a furious demoness, she shouted at him, "You fucking bastard! How

dare you insult me and Mr. Lyons? Have you no manners? Not to worry, you will know what despair is

when he comes later! No one in this city dares to step on his toes. Even the fiercest men respect him.

Farris here isn't even half the man that he is!"

Gussie was stunned when she heard Libby's angry words. She sighed, 'It seems Mr. Warren is going

all out for this trick. He really wants to humiliate this man. He doesn't want to torture him alone, and

now, he's indirectly asking Libby to call Mr. Lyons. Tut, tut, tut! This man will be doomed very soon! Oh,

I can't wait!'

Just as Gussie's excitement quadrupled, Libby took out her phone and dialed Fraser's number.

"Hello, honey! Can you hear me?" As soon as Fraser answered the call, Libby cried sadly. She then

said angrily, "Honey, someone just bullied me!"

"What? Who bullied you?" Fraser instantly became furious. He then added, "I can't believe that

someone had the audacity to bully my woman. That person is courting death!"

Fraser's voice was not low. Although Libby didn't turn on the speaker, Farris, Horace, and the others

could hear him clearly.

Farris suddenly chuckled and remarked, "Mr. Lyons, you make me laugh. It seems your arrogance is

getting worse by the day. Do you mean to say everyone is afraid of you in this city? Am I a joke to

you?"