The Poor Billionaire

Chapter 101 Shocking Twis

Susie and Gladys weren't the only ones shocked and filled with admiration for Horace. All the waiters

and waitresses present on the second floor thought to themselves, 'It turns out that our boss is an

awesome man. He just left here a while ago, but he's already destroying the Nathan Logistics

Company. No wonder the richest man in the city respects him. This young man called Horace is our

boss's superior. One can only imagine how powerful he is!' They stared at Horace with admiration.

Zayn came to his senses at this time. It occurred to him that Horace wasn't an ordinary pauper as he

had thought. He suddenly asked in horror, "Who the hell are you? Aren't you a fucking loser?"

Without waiting for an answer, he turned to his friend. "Damn it! Averi, be honest with me. Who the hell

is this guy?"

His father's call had knocked some senses into him. He no longer thought that Horace was just acting

rich and influential.

'Can someone explain to me what's going on here? Horace came in an Alto and was dressed in

shabby clothes. Was he a rich man in disguise? Or was he trying to play a fast one on me?'

Zayn was lost in thought as he stared at Horace in a daze.

"I'm Horace Warren!" Horace replied with a proud smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

A second later, he touched his chest and asked innocently, "Oh my, when did I say that I was a loser?"

He then turned around and asked the crowd, "Did I say that?"

Everyone shook their heads vigorously in response.

Averi was still standing at the door of the presidential dining room. He was too far away, so he didn't

hear the conversation between Zayn and his father on the phone. He had no idea that the Nathan

Logistics Company was going through a serious crisis at this time. With great boldness and surety, he

replied, "Zayn, he's Horace Warren. The poorest loser in my class during high school!"

"The poorest loser? You bloody liar. Fuck off!" Zayn shouted at him with his eyes blazing red.

To him, there was no way Horace was a poor loser if he was causing his father so much a headache

now.

Nathan had been listening to their conversation all along. He suddenly roared, "You unfilial son. So,

you were the one that caused trouble! Who did you mess with this time? Tell me the truth now! If you

don't start talking, I'll break your legs when you get home!"

"Ermm... Dad... Dad, his name is Horace Warren."

Nathan's roar sent a shiver down Zayn's spine. However, he soon plucked up the courage to reveal

Horace's identity. An indescribable heat swept through him at this moment. His father had never been

this angry with him. He was afraid, regretful, and restless all at the same time.

"Horace Warren?" Nathan repeated the name in confusion.

Since he wasn't affiliated with the Warren family, he didn't know Horace even though he knew about

that family.

However, Nathan didn't associate Horace with the powerful family in Antawood. He didn't think that

they would take interest in him at all. He feared them because he knew they would crush him and his

legacy like an ant if he offended them.

"Don't just give me the name. Run me through his background and what exactly happened!" Nathan

ordered, still oblivious.

Just when Zayn was about to explain, Donn, who had been standing next to him, suddenly said, "Stop

your wild guesses!"

He stared at Zayn and continued, "I don't know you well. But I'm certain that as the second richest man

in Rinas, you should have heard of the Warren family of Antawood before. Yes, the Horace Warren in

question is the only son of the family's head. His father is one of the top controllers of the world's

economy. Got that?"

A crashing sound came from the other end of the line as soon as Donn finished speaking. It seemed

Nathan's phone had fallen from his hand.

The next second, a cracking sound of knees hitting the floor came from the other end of the line. It was

followed by Nathan's unusually weak voice. "Thank you for the explanation, sir. Please tell Mr. Warren

that I'm on my way to apologize to him now!"

Susie and Gladys widened their eyes when they heard this statement. They were shocked that Nathan,

a top gun in the city who was revered by many, was apologizing to Horace. They hadn't seen this

coming. After getting over the shock a little, they looked at Horace with newfound respect.

"What do you say, Mr. Warren? Are you going to give him a listening ear?" Donn asked politely.

"I don't give a damn about him. He's not an affiliate of the Warren family, so I have no business with

him," Horace replied calmly after rolling his eyes indifferently.

Afterward, he added, "We are done here. Let's go back to eat our meal. This episode caused me to

burn up a great deal of energy. I'm so hungry right now!"

Horace took Laila's hand and started walking back to the presidential dining room.

Susie, Gladys, and Donn followed him closely.

'Wow! This young man seems to be the most powerful top gun in the whole of Rinas. I thought as

much! The way our boss holds him in high esteem made me suspect that he was powerful, but I had

waved the suspicion aside. I shouldn't have underestimated him!' the waiters and waitresses thought to

themselves as they stared at his back.

Horace and the others walked into the presidential dining room under the intense gazes of the crowd.

"I'm sorry for the delay!" he apologized to them once they got seated again.

Everyone looked at him in a daze. It seemed as if he had flipped a switch and the amicable young man

replaced the fierce man they had just seen outside. They wondered how he was able to do that.

'Why does it seem like he has an alter ego? Maybe it's a rich people thing—the more powerful some

men are, the more low-key they want to be when there is no need to show his power!'

Susie and Gladys sighed helplessly.

"Mr. Warren, you don't have to apologize to us. We totally understand the reason for the delay.

Besides, it's a great honor to have meals with you. We don't mind waiting for longer if need be," Susie

uttered reverentially.

"Yes, Mr. Warren!" Gladys nodded in agreement. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Both of them were eager beavers who were ready to serve Horace. His show of power just now had left

an indelible impression on them. Their eagerness not only stemmed from the fact that he had taught

Zayn a lesson, but they were also happy because of the money he gave them earlier. It was enough to

cater to their needs for several months.

At this time, Donn shook his head and commented, "Mr. Warren, why did you apologize to us? We

don't deserve your apology!"

Laila finally broke her silence. "I'm sorry, everyone. It's all my fault. Our meal wouldn't have been

delayed for this long if it weren't for me," she said apologetically.

With a bright smile, she said to Horace, "My love, I know you would object to my apology, but it's

indeed my fault!"

"Oh, come off it. Laila, is it your fault that you have a beautiful face? Those idiots are the ones at fault.

They should take the blame. After all, we wouldn't have wasted so much time if they hadn't accosted

you in the first place. Right, Gladys?"

Susie tried to flatter Laila at this moment. It was her tool of choice to get close to her since she was

Horace's girlfriend now.

"Yes, Susie is right. You shouldn't take the blame for what just happened. Everything was caused by

those idiots!" Gladys echoed.

"Well, it's okay, everyone. Let's not allow that to dampen our mood. It's time to dig into these

mouthwatering dishes!" Horace announced, pointing at the dishes on the table.

"Hmm!" He stuffed a spoonful of one of the delicacies in his mouth and relished its taste. Everyone at

the table followed suit immediately.