The Poor Billionaire

Chapter 31 Unexpected Punishmen

"Ermm..." Davina was caught between the devil and the deep blue sea. She stood rooted to the spot

and looked at her mean colleague and Horace simultaneously. She didn't want to offend any of them.

At this moment, a voice came from the entrance door. "Mr. Rivera, welcome to the Vloni Bakery. It's a

great honor to have you here. Even though this is not the best in Rinas, it's top-notch in this city. Our

cakes are sought after by many!"

"You two poor losers, take your stinky money and get lost. Our boss is here with a big shot. Don't get in

the way with your impoverished selves!" The tall attendant shooed Horace and Laila away.

The wealthy man, who was with the owner of the cake shop, met with a surprise when he came in. He

didn't expect to bump into Horace here. 'What a pleasant surprise!' he exclaimed inwardly.

The owner of the cake shop, Brice Aston, had brought none other than Farris, the most dangerous and

one of the wealthiest men in Rinas.

Farris came here because his lover liked the cake from this shop. Her birthday was fast approaching,

so he wanted to buy the entire shop for her as a gift. He was only doing it for love. Otherwise, as the

boss of a successful security company, he had no business here.

He had made an appointment with the owner of the shop in the afternoon, but he postponed it for two

hours because he had to help Horace to deal with the troublesome man on the bus. It was after he was

done with the man that he came here. He didn't expect that he would meet Horace here at this time.

Farris was taken by another surprise at the same time. He had just heard the mean attendant

addressing Horace as a poor loser. His blood boiled and his face darkened immediately.

A thought suddenly occurred to him when he noticed that Laila was tugging at Horace's shirt. He was a

little surprised that Horace would like this kind of girl. He knew that Horace still wanted to keep his true

identity under wraps, so he decided to keep it secret. He pointed at the tall attendant and said to the

middle-aged man in a suit that was standing beside him, "Mr. Aston! Did you train your attendants to be

rude to customers? If so, I doubt if you have any regular customers here. Good customer service plays

a pivotal role in the success of a business. If I buy this shop, I will lose money if all the customers

refuse to come back because of the bad customer service."

Farris had wanted the cake shop just to please his lover. He didn't care if it was a profitable deal or not.

However, he changed his mind within seconds. The shop attendant had treated Horace badly, and this

was something he couldn't overlook.

The moment Horace heard Farris's statement, he secretly gave him a thumbs-up. He couldn't help

admiring him greatly. Although Farris was a brutal man, he was considerate and hated any form of

injustice. He not only kept Horace's true identity a secret, but also stood up for him. His behavior fully

explained why he once was the leader of all the underground gangsters in Rinas.

Farris had been keeping a close eye on Horace. He was overjoyed when he saw the thumbs-up

Horace gave him. He was loyal to the Warren family, so it was a big deal that the heir appreciated his

efforts. His heart leaped with great excitement, but he maintained a straight face.

Brice's smile instantly disappeared when he heard Farris's complaint. He frowned at the tall attendant

and asked, "What happened? Have you forgotten what I told you before? Customers are kings. They

are to be revered. What were you doing just now?"

The tall attendant looked at her boss fearfully. Although she had a good working relationship with him,

she knew that she was just a nobody in the presence of big shots. She was even lowlier in Farris's

presence because he was superior to her boss. Her arrogance vanished into thin air. With her voice

laden with fear, she answered respectfully, "Mr. Aston, things aren't as they seem. This customer came

to buy a cake for his girlfriend with the money some people donated for his mother's medical bills. I was

calmly dissuading him from spending the money here at the expense of his mother's health."

Farris snorted coldly before Brice could say anything. "You were calmly dissuading him? Come on,

explain your words clearly. I heard you call them poor losers. Is that how to talk to customers? And

does that sound like you were trying to dissuade him calmly? You can't deceive me with your poor

acting. Cut the crap, you lying bitch!"

'Wow! Uncle Farris is really mad at her. He's indeed the biggest gangster in Rinas. He's probably the

only person that can curse out anyone in this manner. Well, it serves her right!' Horace sighed inwardly

as things got heated.

The tall attendant shivered uncontrollably under Farris's glare and reprimand. She was like a sheep

who was about to be torn into pieces by a ferocious lion. Never had she imagined that a big shot would

curse her out. Worse still, Farris had no intention of cutting her some slack. Now she had no choice but

to turn to her boss for help.

Meanwhile, Brice was confused and shocked because of the outburst. He wondered why Farris was

berating the attendant because of a trifle. He swallowed his employee's explanation, hook, line, and

sinker. Since she had been a good employee, he decided to help her out. "Mr. Rivera, I think it's just a

small misunderstanding. I will circle back to it later. How about we go to the baking room and have a

look?" Brice said to Farris in a low voice.

"A small misunderstanding? Brice, are you fucking blind? How can you treat this matter with levity?

Didn't you overhear what she said when we came in? Your silly attendant called him a poor loser. How

is that a small misunderstanding? Damn it! Tell me, if you go to a shop to buy something, will you be

happy if the attendant calls you a poor loser and attempts to drive you away? You will be unhappy,

won't you? Will you go back there after that bad treatment? What the fuck! My instincts tell me that this

is not the first time this attendant is doing such a thing. If this continues, nobody would patronize this

shop again! How can you say this is a small misunderstanding? No wonder you are still so poor? You

want to change your financial status, but you can't manage a small cake shop the right way. Ptui!"

Farris spat on Brice when he finished chastising him.

With an angrier tone, he asked, "Brice, let me ask you, are you happy that I spat on you? If you are

unhappy, don't fucking tell me that this is just a small misunderstanding. The same way you feel right

now is how this customer feels because your attendant called him a poor loser!"

As Brice looked at the saliva on his exquisite suit, he wanted to burst into tears. But he could only fight

back the tears and remain respectful to Farris. He couldn't afford to be in the bad books of one of the

wealthiest men in Rinas. Due to his humble background and financial status, he wasn't a match for All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Farris at all. He was nothing but a poor man in his eyes.

Brice's confusion increased at this moment. He couldn't fathom why Farris humiliated him just because

of a stranger. 'Why is he treating me like this? Am I worth less than a stranger in his eyes?' His heart

broke as he pondered.

Despite his unhappiness, he didn't dare to show it on his face. He plastered an apologetic smile on his

face and shook his head like a bunny. "Mr. Rivera, your illustration has made me realize how it feels."

He turned to look at the tall attendant and said disapprovingly, "Stella, your behavior today is

unacceptable. In view of this, you are fired. You will be paid for the work you have done this month. Go

to the financial department to get it. Don't come here tomorrow!"

Brice's declaration hit Stella Duffy like a bolt from the blue. Her extreme bossiness stemmed from the

fact that she had a good relationship with Brice. She loved working here. This job was her only source

of income. She would lose everything she had without this job.