The Poor Billionaire

Chapter 40 The Alleged Role-play

Gussie held her face in horror after Farris's slap. A teardrop fell from her eyes. But a second later, she

reasoned that he must be joking with her. 'No, he's not angry with me. He just wants to play a trick on

Horace. He slapped me to make his acting look more real. Yes, he loves me so much. He can't raise

his hand on me because of a pauper.'

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Doubt crept into her mind, but she pushed it away and concluded that Farris was only making things

look real. She also got ready to cooperate with him.

Gussie's mind was set on torturing Horace after Farris was done tricking him.

She found it appalling that a poor man like Horace could be so arrogant. She felt that he had brazenly

accepted and acted like a noble man when he was addressed as Mr. Warren.

Gussie quickly switched to acting. She held the slapped cheek and said to Horace in a respectful tone,

"Mr. Warren, I'm sorry. Please punish me! To vent your anger, you can give me any punishment."

As she spoke, she looked at Horace with teary eyes. Anybody would have thought that she was being

sincere.

Horace glanced at her and waved his hand indifferently. He said to Farris, "Let it go, Uncle Farris. I

don't hold any grudge against her. I can't hate her. After all, she's your girlfriend."

Despite Horace's words, Farris didn't leave Gussie alone.

He slapped her again. This slap was heavier than the previous one. The sound echoed in the shop.

Farris then cupped his hands in front of Horace and said, "Mr. Warren, I'm so sorry. It's my fault. I

should have taught her not to be disrespectful. I failed at my duty. Please forgive me."

Gussie was dazed by the second slap, but she didn't resent Farris at all. All her hatred was directed at

Horace. She stared daggers at him and thought of the many ways she would torture him once she got

her hands on him.

Biting her lower lip, she cursed him inwardly, 'Son of a bitch, you are the reason why Mr. Rivera

slapped me twice. I will teach you an unforgettable lesson. You will be in so much pain that you would

beg me to kill you. Your arrogance won't last long! Mr. Rivera started role-playing on a whim, so he

wouldn't do it for too long. You will know what despair is soon!'

Horace didn't have the slightest idea of what was going on in Gussie's mind. He waved his hand and

reiterated, "Forget it, Uncle Farris. You know that such trifles don't get to me. I don't give a damn."

"Mr. Warren, please allow me to deal with her. You don't give a damn, but I do. I can't let anyone

disrespect you, not even my girlfriend. You are the heir of the Warren family. You deserve respect from

your subordinates and their loved ones. I will respect your wishes, anyway." Farris bowed to Horace

again. He had been loyal to the Warren family for many years, so he knew that Horace deserved his

loyalty.

After straightening up, he asked, "Mr. Warren, what brings you here? You don't have to stress yourself.

Tell me whatever you need. I'll take care of it."

"Actually, it's not a big deal. I'm just shopping for an item to give my friend as a birthday gift. I heard that

the Sea Square has many stores that sell luxury items. This is the first shop I entered. I hoped to see a

piece of jewelry that's a perfect gift."

Horace told Farris his purpose for being here since there was no need to keep him in the dark.

This response reminded Farris of what happened yesterday in the Vloni Bakery. He immediately put

two and two together. Then he asked politely, "Mr. Warren, do you want to get a gift for that lovely girl I

saw with you yesterday?"

"Yes!" Horace nodded and continued, "She is my one and only friend. She has helped me a lot since I

met her in high school. Today is her birthday. I want to make it special. She's also from a humble

background and had a tough childhood. I don't think she has ever had a birthday party before. And I

want to throw her one today!"

"Wow! She's so lucky that you want to celebrate her birthday. Nice one, Mr. Warren." Farris pointed at

Gussie with his left hand and said to Horace, "Mr. Warren, she's about the same age as your friend.

She should know what ladies her age like. Why don't you ask her to assist you?"

When Gussie saw that Farris pointed at her, she instantly became excited and thought, 'Oh my God!

Does Mr. Rivera want me to teach him a lesson myself? Ha-ha! I'm so excited. You bastard, you will

suffer at my hands later!'

As she walked to them, she held back her excitement. "Mr. Warren, it would be my pleasure to help you

select the perfect gift," she said politely.

"Okay, great. But I don't want to shop here anymore. I don't like the attendants here. Let's go

somewhere else!" With a frown, Horace looked at the shop attendants that disrespected and ridiculed

him. All the insults that they hurled at him echoed in his ears.

"Why don't you like here, Mr. Warren? What happened?" Farris asked with a concerned expression.

Instead of waiting for a response, he turned to his girlfriend and said, "Gussie, you were here before

me. Tell me what the attendants did to make Mr. Warren this unhappy!"

The last sentence came out as a roar.

Gussie was startled. Her heart skipped a beat, but she immediately thought, 'Wow! Mr. Rivera's acting

is so real this time. He must have something huge up his sleeve. This poor brat is doomed! It's such a

pity that Mr. Rivera doesn't want to venture into acting. He could make waves in the entertainment

industry!'

After thinking for a while, Gussie explained to Farris, "Before your arrival, these shop attendants were

rude to Mr. Warren. They used derogatory terms to address him. They also said that he was too poor to

afford the things here and told him to get out of the shop."

"What? Bloody hell! How dare they call Mr. Warren a poor man?" Sheer anger appeared on Farris's

face. His eyebrows furrowed and a nerve twitched in his temple. He roared at the attendants, "You

stupid lots! I want to see your manager now. She must explain why she hired ill-mannered people in

this shop and didn't train you well. Is this how to treat customers? Are your skulls empty or have you

just decided not to use your brains? How dare you insult a customer and even order him to leave? Bah!

You aren't even worthy enough to shine my shoes, let alone Mr. Warren's! How dare you use

derogatory terms on him? Who the hell do you think you are?"

Farris's demonic side came out at this moment. He was so brutal that he had no mercy for both men

and women. If anyone dared to provoke him, he would curse at them without thinking twice. In the

whole of Rinas, no one, including the big shots, dared to provoke him. They all respected him because

he had the backing of the Warren family.

Farris's roar came as a kick in the teeth to all the shop attendants. They didn't expect that he would

show respect to a poor young man.

As a regular customer of the BVLGARI shop, all the shop attendants knew him well. They also knew he

was a brutal man, but he hadn't flipped out here before. Unlike Gussie, they didn't think he was role-

playing. They were so afraid that they shook uncontrollably.

In anger, Farris glared at the trembling attendants and asked? "What's wrong with all of you? Why are

you shaking? Are you afraid now? Fools, why weren't you trembling when you were ridiculing Mr.

Warren? Have you all suddenly gone deaf? Call your manager out now. I want to ask her why she

didn't train her employees well. How dare you embarrass Mr. Warren? Did your manager intentionally

teach you all to discriminate against customers? Does she think she's so big that she can humiliate him

like that? Bah!"