The Poor Billionaire

Chapter 43 A Liar's Reward

"No, no. I didn't do anything to him. Mr. Lyons, please believe me," Libby said in a trembling voice.

Fraser's roar scared the living daylights out of her. She realized that he was indeed angry and would

throw her away like a piece of trash if she remained stubborn. It finally dawned on her that she was

nothing without him.

As one of the wealthiest men in Rinas, Fraser had a lot of women at his beck and call. They flocked to

him like bees to a honeypot. The result of his philandering was several illegitimate children. Libby was

nothing in his eyes. He hated people who went against him. If she continued to be unruly, he would

dump her on a whim. She would lose absolutely everything she had if that happened.

"Damn it! Libby, you are really something else. Why are you lying through your teeth? You were caught

red-handed, but you are still denying it. Weren't you the one that called Mr. Warren a pauper just now?"

Farris's eyes widened when he heard Libby's outright denial. His blood boiled because she was so

shameless.

Her refusal to accept her wrongs was even more annoying.

"Libby, your arrogance is getting out of hand. I thought you were just being silly, but I was wrong. I

didn't expect that you would go as far as abusing Mr. Warren. This is an unpardonable crime. I can't

stand up for you this time. Don't resume work at the shop tomorrow," Fraser said slowly after realizing

that his mistress was in the wrong.

Assuming Libby had only offended Farris, Fraser could ignore it because he didn't like the man anyway.

This case was unpardonable because she had stepped on Horace's toes. Pollard's bad behavior had

painted Fraser in a bad light. He was still trying to redeem his image. If he didn't punish his mistress

now, Horace would have a lasting bad impression of him. He would have to step down as a top

associate of the Warren family.

If things escalated to that level, he would drop out of the top ten richest men rank in the city. He would Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

be poorer than a commoner.

"No, Mr. Lyons, I was wrong. Please forgive me." Libby sobbed when she heard the harsh declaration.

Fear swept through her at this moment. All the arrogance she had completely disappeared. She had

been on a high horse because Fraser supported her and made her the manager of the BVLGARI shop

in the Sea Square.

If she lost the job and stopped being his mistress, she would be nothing.

"Libby, spare me your tears. Do you have any idea who Mr. Warren is?"

Fraser's voice became serious. He revealed the truth slowly. "Mr. Warren is the direct descendant of

the Warren family in Antawood. He is the future leader of such a powerful family! And that's not all. He

has the same nobility and prominence as the most senior officials of the country. You are a mere

manager of a BVLGARI shop. How dare you insult him?"

"What? He's equal to the most senior officials of the country?" This revelation hit Libby like a bolt from

the blue.

She then said in disbelief, "It's impossible. He's only a young man."

"Libby, there are so many things in the world that you can never understand. Power is not a respecter

of age. Apologize to Mr. Warren and leave the shop now!" Fraser sighed helplessly. Even though he

was doing away with the erring employee, he still had a lot of explaining to do when he met Horace.

Libby faltered at this moment. She held the jewelry display cabinet to steady herself. Afterward, she

moved to Horace and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Warren. Please forgive me this time."

Now that she was doomed, Libby decided to apologize to him sincerely. However, her voice came out

so low that Horace could barely hear her even though he was standing in front of her.

Before she could say anything more, a roar came from her phone. "Libby, didn't you have breakfast this

morning? Why is your voice so low like someone dying of starvation? Besides, is that what you call an

apology? If you don't apologize the right way, I don't mind coming to teach you a lesson in person!"

"What?" Libby became more afraid after this threat. She looked up at Horace with a hint of grievance in

her eyes and then said sincerely, "I'm sorry, Mr. Warren. I accept that I was wrong. I shouldn't have

spoken to you rudely. You can punish me in any way. Just forgive me afterwards. Please!"

Libby gave Horace a puppy dog look. She was naturally beautiful, so her face looked more pitiful in this

state. Anyone that saw her would want to forgive or protect her without hesitation.

However, this didn't work on Horace at all. He turned a blind eye to her persuasive technique. His

expression was unmoved. He just looked at her calmly. His heart wasn't hardened against her because

he didn't like women. It was just that only a few kinds of women could attract his attention. More so, he

had no feelings for the woman in front of him.

"Fraser, do you think Libby is the only person at fault here?" Horace looked at her and snorted.

"Mr. Warren, I'm sorry for everything. It's all my fault. I'm on my way to the Sea Square. I'll be there

soon. To show my sincerity, I want to apologize to you in person," Fraser said in a sobbing tone. Since

he had scolded and fired Libby, he didn't expect that Horace would be angry with him too. He knew he

had to handle this matter well. Otherwise, he would be doomed.

"Well, I'm not an unforgiving person. I don't hold grudges. Also, I don't want to make a mountain out of

this issue. Just make sure you don't step on my toes in the future." Horace sighed and said to Farris,

"Uncle Farris, I think we are done here. Let's go to pick up the gift somewhere else. Thirty minutes

have passed. It's almost time for dinner."

Gussie's bad perception of Horace remained unchanged. 'My God! This pauper is so annoying. I have

never seen a poor man who is so good at pretending. How dare he behave this way? He not only

addressed Mr. Lyons by his first name, but also made sure that his mistress lost her job. Why are they

tolerating this? Well, I'm sure Mr. Lyons would have collaborated with Mr. Rivera to teach him a lesson

if he had been here.'

As Gussie gave a sigh inwardly, Farris said respectfully, "Okay, Mr. Warren. Let's go to Cartier next

door. After all, they don't sell inferior wares there. Their service is also top-notch. It's better to pick a gift

there!"

When Gussie heard Farris's agreement, she thought to herself, 'Mr. Rivera's acting is superb. I'm

almost being deceived by the seriousness of his tone and gestures. Mr. Lyons is also a good actor.

Both of them would make waves in the entertainment industry if they decided to start an acting career.

As for Libby, it seems she still doesn't know they are putting on an act. Serves her right. After all, she

had been so proud just because she was Mr. Lyons's mistress.'

Horace nodded and agreed, "Okay, Uncle Farris. Let's go to Cartier next door. I hope I have a good

experience shopping there."

"Don't worry, Mr. Warren. If any of the attendants in the Cartier shop dare to give you a hard time, I will

skin them alive and throw their remains on the street!" Farris assured Horace and they made their way

for the door.

Before he left, Farris glanced at Gussie and said, "Gussie, come along. You have to carefully choose a

good gift for Mr. Warren."

Gussie jumped at the offer immediately. She assured him excitedly, "Okay, Mr. Rivera. I promise to do

the task judiciously!"

She then took Lana's hand and followed them out.

Gussie was so happy that Farris told her to come along. In her mind, she reasoned that he wanted to

take revenge on Horace. 'Oh, I can't wait to see what Mr. Rivera has in store for this pauper. Since he

asked me to accompany them, does he want me to play a little trick before he strikes hard? Or maybe

he wants us to make a big move together,' Gussie pondered.

With great contempt in her heart, she stared at Horace and cursed inwardly, 'You stinky pauper. I'll

torture your mercilessly soon. How dare you behave arrogantly in my presence? Humph!'