The Poor Billionaire

Chapter 39 Sugar Daddy's Anger

In the face of discrimination, a glint of anger flickered in Horace's eyes. He pointed at himself and said,

"Miss, I came here first. You didn't welcome me, neither did anyone else attend to me. Is that right?"

Time wasn't on his side, so he wanted to get this done soon. It was so annoying that the attendant

behaved rudely and also asked him to leave. Her politeness to Gussie and Lana added insult to injury.

"Huh!" Another attendant who was behind the display counter sneered at Horace and remarked

disdainfully, "Why don't you look at yourself in the mirror? You look like a beggar. How do you expect us

to welcome you? You know what, perish that idea! I'm sure that a poor man like you has never received

a warm welcome from any attendants in a mall before. You don't deserve it at all. You don't belong

here. Go back to the streets!"

"Oh, really?" Horace drew his head back in surprise. "How do you know that I'm poor?" he asked with a

sneer.

"Isn't it obvious? A poor man can never hide his penury. It can't be masked. I can smell poverty from a

mile away. Even without looking at you, your aura tells me who you are. Get out of here! You stinky

pauper!"

The attendant's response was full of bile and hatred because he dared to question her.

Shaking his head, Horace chuckled nonchalantly and said to the insulting attendant, "Do you think you

are superior to me just because you work in a luxury shop?"

Gussie suddenly burst into laughter when she heard his last statement. She remarked, "Oh! This

pauper is kind of interesting!"

She turned to Lana and asked, "Lana, there's something about this guy. Do you think the competitors

of this BVLGARI shop hired him to make a scene here?"

"Hmm. What you said makes sense. Tut, tut, tut! Some competitors could actually stoop this low. I don't

know which is responsible. However, it's just lame. There aren't many shoppers in the morning. Now is

not a good time to use this trick!" Lana echoed her friend's motion.

"This doesn't change a thing. Anyway, we are here to watch the fun!"

"Hey, Gussie, I'm here. What are you watching so earnestly? Let's me have a look too!" The voice of a

middle-aged man suddenly came from behind.

"You are finally here!" Gussie immediately turned to look at the door and said excitedly to the man,

"Honey, a good show is on. Come and watch it with me!"

"Oh, is that so? What kind of show is it?" The middle-aged man went straight to Gussie's side and

slapped her on the buttock playfully.

"Look, it's right there!" Gussie pointed at Horace, who was standing in front of the display counter. She

then added in a coquettish tone, "A war of words is currently going on between that pauper and shop

attendant! Isn't the scene interesting?"

Gussie explained the scenario and leaned in the middle-aged man's arms.

The man looked ahead and saw Horace, who was arguing with an attendant. The next second, he ran

forward. Gussie fell to the floor with a thud.

"Mr. Warren!" he called out respectfully when he got to Horace's side.

"What happened?" Confusion and horror gleamed in Gussie's eyes as she looked at the scene in front

of her. 'Why did he go to meet that beggar?' she wondered.

Before she could fathom the reason, Lana asked her cautiously, "Gussie, is your sugar daddy fond of

role-playing?"

"Role-playing? Yes, he likes it a lot. He does it at any given opportunity. Do you think he suddenly

decided to role play here?" Gussie squinted her eyes and began to buy into her friend's idea.

At the thought of all the things that happened previously, Gussie knew that her sugar daddy loved role-

playing. She was also good at it. She always entertained him with her good acting. This was the major

reason he liked her a lot and she found favor in his eyes.

"Well, that says it all!" Lana nodded her head in realization and added, "Your sugar daddy is an

interesting man. He's not like those uptight wealthy men. The fact that he suddenly started role-playing

says a lot about his dual personality. It seems he would humiliate that pauper after taking him for a

sleigh ride. Ha-ha! The beggar is in hot soup. The more I think about it, the more I can't wait for it to

happen. Wow, I fancy this sugar daddy of yours. How about you give him to me and let me keep him

company for a few days?"

Gussie and Lana were standing a little far away from Horace. They also spoke in low voices. Thus,

none of the other people in the shop could hear their conversation.

"Ah! Uncle Farris, it's you!" Horace exclaimed when he saw who it was. He then asked, "Why are you

here at this time? Are you a fortuneteller? I sense an odd pattern. You always appear when I'm in an

unfavorable situation. It's a weekday and you are a busy man. Tell me, why did you come here?"

The middle-aged man, who had just arrived at the shop was none other than Farris, the most

dangerous man in Rinas. He was also Gussie's sugar daddy.

"Well, Mr. Warren, I admit that a pattern is being formed. But I am not a fortuneteller. It seems to me

that fate just is making us cross paths. My little girlfriend's birthday is coming soon. I told her to meet

me here, so I would spoil her with many luxuries ahead of her special day. I didn't know I would meet

you here. What a pleasant surprise!"

Farris flashed an innocent smile when he finished speaking. Afterward, he pointed at Gussie and

continued, "Mr. Warren, that's my little girlfriend. What do you think of her? Isn't she beautiful?"

"Uncle Farris, I must say that you are the only person who is capable of doing such things among the

associates of the Warren family. Yes, she's so young and beautiful. You have a good eye. Well done!"

Despite being Farris's superior, Horace didn't want to interfere with his private life.

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someone so young.

When Gussie saw that Farris was pointing at her, she immediately reasoned that she must go with the

flow. She waved and said to Horace with a smile, "Hello, Mr. Warren. My name is Gussie Cohen."

Horace followed Farris's finger and looked at Gussie carefully. He then smiled briefly in response to her

greeting.

He didn't like quarreling with anyone. However, this didn't mean he would turn a blind eye after he was

despised extremely. Gussie had done just that a few minutes ago. If she wasn't Farris's girlfriend, he

wouldn't have let things slide now.

"Gosh! What's wrong with him? I'm just playing along with Mr. Rivera. I wouldn't have greeted that loser

for any other reason. How dare he ignore me? Who does he think he is? Aargh! When this show ends,

I must teach him a lesson he will never forget for the rest of his life!" Rage surged inside Gussie's heart

as she stared at Horace who practically ignored her.

"Yes, Gussie. Don't let him escape your wrath. You'd better help Mr. Rivera to catch him. That way, we

can torture him later!" Lana charged up her friend.

Meanwhile, Farris frowned when he noticed a hint of displeasure on Horace's face. He knew at a

glance that Horace didn't like his girlfriend.

"Mr. Warren, please be honest with me. Did Gussie offend you?" Farris asked cautiously.

"Uncle Farris, it's nothing serious. Don't bother about it."

Horace's words made Farris remember that Gussie had called Horace a pauper when she narrated

what was happening a while ago.

He walked back to Gussie in a fit of pique.

With great strength, he slapped her cheek. "You bitch! I never imagined that anyone close to me would

insult Mr. Warren. You are courting death!" he roared.