The Poor Billionaire

Chapter 74 The Deadliest Prison

Dario bowed and hit his forehead on the floor harder after hearing Egan's question. "Mr. Hudson, I'm in

the wrong. Don't let me go scot-free. Punish me severely for my sins," he said in a trembling voice.

Milo was still lying on the floor at this time. As he watched his uncle trembling in fear, pain and despair

filled his heart. He then looked at Horace, who was still lying unconscious in Laila's arms. He bit his

lower lip and cursed him out in his heart, 'Fuck! They said that he is a powerful and rich man. But the

clothes he has on are worth less than one hundred dollars in total. They aren't even in vogue. He

doesn't look like a big shot at all! He completely fooled me. Due to his shabby clothes, I assumed that

he was a poverty-stricken loser. It turned out he's actually a wealthy man in disguise. Fuck!'

For eighteen years, Horace had been living a hard-knock life. He had grown to be humble and calm.

His temperament couldn't be changed within a short time. Thus, he still looked and behaved like a poor

person even though he had great wealth.

Mild regret filled Milo's heart. 'It's all my fault that my uncle is in this ugly situation. He's bearing the

brunt of my mistakes. If I had known that things would turn out this way, I wouldn't have messed with

those girls. Gosh! I had no idea that I was playing with fire by harassing those ordinary girls. Someone,

please tell me this is a dream. I can't believe it!'

With his back on the floor, Milo stared at the mall's high ceiling. He regretted coming here today and

ever being born. It seemed like today was his death day.

Everyone was oblivious to what he was thinking. No one even had an interest in his thoughts. Egan's

attention was focused on his uncle. "Dario, your nephew hurt Mr. Warren. This is an irredeemable

offense. No punishment can atone for it. Anyway, it's not in my place to punish you. Mr. Warren would

decide what to do with you once he wakes up!" he shouted angrily.

"Okay, Mr. Hudson!" Dario agreed and bowed without hesitation. He was in the soup now. He didn't

dare to go against Egan for fear of worsening the situation.

All the onlookers were shocked to see Dario in this humble and miserable state. The scene they saw

with their naked eyes was much more appalling than the words they heard.

Never had they imagined that the richest man in this city could be this humble. 'Alas! The rich also cry!'

They got over the shock a little and sighed. It turned out that rich people were also vulnerable and

faced unfavorable situations. Most of them thought, 'Was there someone who was far above all the

richest men in Rinas? Is it possible that this person is one of the world's wealthiest men?'

The answer was a big yes. Any rank, including that of the wealthiest people, always had someone who

sat at the number one spot. Also, there was someone who was too wealthy and powerful to be placed

on a rank. And that person was Randall.

However, the onlookers didn't know this.

At this moment, Egan gently waved his hand. All the guards of the Warren family began to retreat

slowly.

They had arrested everyone that was involved in this matter. Egan didn't want to waste any more time.

He wanted the erring persons to face the music as soon as possible.

It was at this time that Horace's eyes peeled open. He had no idea how long he had been unconscious.

The first thing he saw after opening his eyes were two mounds of round breasts.

'Oh my God! Wasn't this Laila's cloth?' Horace blinked his eyes just to be sure he was seeing well. The

sight stunned him. 'Did this mean I'm lying on her lap now? Wow! Her legs feel so soft and

comfortable!'

Laila suddenly felt the slight movements on her lap. Her face turned red in an instant and she looked at

his face closely. "Horace, are you awake?" she asked worriedly.

'Huh? Am I awake? Why should I wake up now? Don't look at me. I'm still in a coma!' Horace kept mute

and ignored her question. He closed his eyes again and continued to lie on her lap comfortably.

He had never been this close to Laila. This moment was very special, so he didn't want it to end at all.

But someone threw a spanner in the works just as he was enjoying the moment. It was Macie. "Stop it,

Horace. Don't pretend like you are sleeping. I saw your eyes open just now!" Her voice rang in his ears.

'Damn it! Why is Macie here? How can she be this wicked? Fuck! She not only disturbed my peace but

also exposed me. Why can't she just mind her damn business? Such a busybody!' Horace cursed

Macie out in his mind at this moment.

Afterward, he opened his eyes and sat up from Laila's lap slowly. "I'm sorry, Laila. I was so dizzy just

now. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He apologized while massaging his head with

embarrassment.

"It's okay, Horace. I didn't feel uncomfortable at all. If you still feel dizzy, you can continue to lie down,"

Laila uttered with a smile while tapping her lap.

Unbeknown to Horace, her heart had melted when his body pressed against hers and they accidentally

kissed earlier. She liked how it felt. As a result, she summoned up the courage to be close to him.

"Really? Please tell me you aren't kidding me." Horace's eyes lit up as soon as he heard her

unexpected offer.

"Yes!" She nodded slightly. The way he reacted to her offer made her shy. Her face reddened like a

blooming peony. She blinked her eyes involuntarily and swallowed hard.

"Mr. Warren!" Egan suddenly called out his name. It wasn't until then that Horace realized that another

person was sitting nearby.

He couldn't help but sigh. Two questions also teemed in his mind. 'When did Laila become this bold?

How come she was able to make such an offer in Egan's presence?'

Horace thought about this for a while before he looked at Egan. "What's wrong, Mr. Hudson?" he asked

curiously.

"Mr. Warren, thank God you are awake. Please what do you want to do with Dario? His nephew

committed a grave offense. He must suffer for it too!"

With great respect, Egan looked at Horace and continued, "Your father flipped out when he heard the

news, Mr. Warren. He ordered that every member of the Russell family should be thrown into the

Thunder Prison immediately!"

"Thunder Prison? What is that?" Horace asked in confusion.

"The Thunder Prison is the deadliest. Life is worse than death for the prisoners there. It's the place

where the Warren family specially imprisons people who have committed unforgivable offenses. No

one ever enters there and comes out the same. In summary, it's hell on earth!"

The Thunder Prison was worse than that, but Egan decided not to beat around the bush. His

description was vague. Horace had never heard of it before, so he couldn't understand how terrifying it

was at all. In his mind, he felt it was just a little harsher than the ordinary government prisons.

"Mr. Hudson, why should an innocent man be punished for another person's mistakes. Milo pissed me

off, but Dario had no hand in it. You should only imprison Milo and his immediate family in Thunder

Prison. Leave Dario out of this," Horace finally replied after thinking of Egan's suggestion for a while.

He had met Dario twice and had dinner with him once. He felt that the man was a good person. Since

he didn't offend him, he couldn't bring himself to punish him at all.

"Mr. Warren, that's so kind of you. Your wish is my command. Everything would be done immediately!"

Egan had intended to punish everyone linked to Milo and this incident. However, Horace was his boss's

son. His word was law. He had no right to object. The only thing he could do was to obey immediately.

He saluted Horace and then walked out of the mall.

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for a while. "Mr. Warren is merciful and gracious," he whispered.

"Yes, he's one of a kind. Such a merciful man hasn't been seen in the last ten generations of the

Warren family. When it's time for his father to step down as the head, the Dark Fist will definitely

support him!" the elderly man commented while nodding his head thoughtfully.