The Poor Billionaire

Chapter 46 Fraser's Insecurities

Even Norene, the general manager of the Cartier shop was stunned to hear Horace's request. 'Why did

he ask for such a thing? Does he really want to spend fifty thousand dollars but needs a receipt that

reads thirty thousand dollars? I have never heard such a thing before!'

The thoughts Norene had were unsettled, but she still said, "Mr. Warren, I was serious about what I

said earlier. You can have the necklaces for free. And I will also write a receipt of thirty thousand dollars

for you. Is that okay by you?"

Norene was unrelenting. From the look of things, she knew that Horace was superior to Farris. She

was in awe as she imagined his status. She couldn't let such a man leave here without sucking up to

him.

To please him, she tried her best to meet any of his requirements and even offered him a gift. She

didn't know if he would become a regular customer here. However, that wasn't exactly why she was C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

doing this. She just wanted to have some connection with Horace.

If she encountered some difficulties in the future, her connection with him would come in handy.

Horace chuckled after she politely insisted. He then said, "You want to win my friendship by gifting me

these two necklaces, don't you? I appreciate your efforts and good service. Since you have insisted, I'll

accept these two necklaces as a gift."

Horace was quick to tell why she was offering him a gift. As a serial part-timer, he had met many

people and saw how they tried to obtain favor through flattery or gifts. He could now read people's

minds and actions sometimes. It was obvious to him that Norene was extending a hand of friendship.

A hint of disappointment had flashed on Norene's face when she heard his first statement. However, it

instantly changed to excitement by the time he finished speaking.

With excitement on her face, she said to him, "Thank you, Mr. Warren. I appreciate you for giving me

this opportunity."

Afterward, she took out five black cards from her handbag and gave them to him. She said respectfully,

"Mr. Warren, these are Cartier's black gold membership cards. Each of the cards gives you a 34%

discount on all the jewelry pieces in any Cartier store. They can also be transferred from one person to

another."

After looking at the cards in her hands briefly, Horace accepted them all. He didn't hold back or

pretend. Due to his current status, he knew that his friendship was worth more than just cards. She had

a lot to gain from him. Thus, he wasn't going to decline the little benefits he could get from befriending

her.

All of a sudden, someone barged in through the entrance door and ran towards Horace.

The person knelt at his feet with a bang. His throaty voice came a second after. "Mr. Warren, I'm sorry.

My offense is very grave. Please punish me!"

The figure then bowed to Horace with his whole body.

'Eh? What the hell is going on?' Everyone present wondered as they stared at this figure on the floor.

'Who still apologizes like this in this age? We are now in a modern society. Can't he say whatever he

has to say without kneeling? Why is he still stuck in the ancient era despite being in a civilized world?'

At first, they were confused. But after a while, they were all shocked to see who it was. One of the shop

attendants stuttered, "Ah! Isn't... Isn't that Mr. Lyons?"

"What? Did you just say Mr. Lyons?" Another attendant was taken aback by her colleague's statement.

She looked at the figure carefully. When she recognized him, she instantly began to shake like a leaf.

"Yes... Yes... This is indeed Mr. Lyons!"

"Mr. Lyons?" Everyone's attention was fixed on the figure who was kneeling on the floor. It didn't take

long for all of them, except Horace and Farris, to shiver. Gussie and Lana weren't left out.

'What the hell? I find it hard to believe that this man is Mr. Lyons! What's happening here? Can

someone, anyone explain to me? Why is a big shot in Rinas kneeling at the feet of this young man?'

Norene's heart thumped against her chest.

Farris's great respect for Horace had stunned her earlier, but she had managed not to overreact. Now

that Fraser was groveling on the floor, she just couldn't keep calm or understand what was happening.

Both Farris and Fraser had shown great respect to Horace, but one was talking to him like a friendly

subordinate, and the other was groveling like a slave. The two situations were different.

The man groveling on the floor was the eighth richest man in Rinas, Fraser.

This occurrence shocked Gussie at first, but she quickly regained her composure and heaved a sigh of

relief. She considered herself lucky that the truth had unraveled in time. If she had made trouble for

Horace before now, she would have landed in hot water.

It finally dawned on her that Horace and Farris were not acting at all.

This was because there was a limit to which they could put on an act for. There was no way Fraser

would kneel if they were just acting. Big shots like him always guarded their dignity jealously.

Fraser would never sacrifice his dignity just to set a trap for Horace. The only logical reason for his

groveling was that Horace indeed had a noble identity. He was so superior that Fraser had no choice

but to grovel while apologizing.

'Damn it. He is indeed superior to Mr. Rivera and Mr. Lyons.

Ah! I almost screwed myself over. To think that I despised him and had the intention to humiliate him

here. My foolishness almost landed me in trouble. Thank God this big shot is tolerant and he barely

noticed I was setting him up. Otherwise, I would have been on my way to meet my creator by now.

I finally understand why Mr. Rivera slapped me so hard earlier on. It turned out he was saving me.

Things would have gotten worse for me if he hadn't come in,' Gussie thought to herself.

A tangle of emotions surged in her heart. She was feeling thankful, regretful, and slightly afraid.

Suddenly, she turned to look at Lana and thought resentfully, 'This bitch almost got me into trouble

today. It's all her fault. She's fond of cajoling me to hate people. I had better stay away from her!'

It was beyond a shadow of a doubt that anyone who could make Fraser kneel was an extremely

powerful figure. Gussie was nothing but a piece of insignificance. If she dared to offend him, he could

make her vanish into thin air with just a snap of his fingers.

Several seconds passed before Horace finally smiled. He squatted and looked at Fraser.

He then said slowly, "Fraser, I know that you are very unhappy and unwilling to accept the fact that I'm

your superior now. You used to live a comfortable and carefree life in Rinas because you were far away

from the Warren family in Antawood. However, everything changed overnight because of me. You

aren't receiving any work orders from me, but you feel some kind of restraint because of my presence

here. You are not at rest because you fear that I might take your business, don't you?"

"No, it's not like that, Mr. Warren. You have misunderstood me. Everything I own belongs to the Warren

family. I understand that I am nothing but a custodian. I have nothing against you. And I owe all my

allegiance to you and your family! My manly ego is just rearing its head. I find it hard to accept that you

could take over my business at any time. You are only a child who came back to your family less than

ten days ago. I can't reconcile myself to the prospect of being controlled by you!"

As if he was suddenly possessed by a demon, Fraser raised his head and roared.

"Oh, you have finally told the truth. Your plight seems understandable. But what has it gotten to do with

your mistress's and son's bad attitudes? Every asset I own was given to me readily by my father. I

never asked for it. Neither did I meddle in any of the Warren family's businesses in Rinas, including

yours. Your mistress and your son were the ones that made trouble for me. They crossed the line!"

Horace was easy-going and humble. However, that didn't make him a coward. He defended himself

against Fraser. This was his constitutional right and also a benefit of being an important member of the

Warren family.