The Poor Billionaire

Chapter 97 Low Net Worth

Donn quickly spun around when he heard Horace's voice. "Mr. Warren!" he greeted him respectfully

with a bow.

"I know how to fight because I received special training in the training camp of the Warren family's

guard team before venturing into experimental research. The skills I learned there are still in my blood,

so I have more combat ability than an ordinary person!" he explained.

Getting down to the second question he was asked, he continued, "Mr. Warren, the Dragon Soul is the

top guard team of the Warren family. It consists of the best fighters in the country. They are dreaded by

many. I haven't been selected to join, so I don't know much about it!"

"Did he just say Mr. Warren?" Zayn, who was groaning on the floor had been listening to their

conversation in a daze. He came to his senses after he heard Donn addressing Horace with that title

thrice. He couldn't help staring at him with his eyes wide open.

'What's going on here? Wasn't Horace the same poor loser who Averi talked about? Why does this guy

hold him in high esteem? He's not even bothered that the person he's respecting is so poorly-dressed.

Something just doesn't add up!'

A few meters away, Averi turned on the floor and looked at the men who were standing. The pain in his

stomach was causing discomfort in all parts of his body. He couldn't stand up, but he could speak and

move his hands. He looked at Horace and rubbed his eyes doubtfully. "Horace, are you shooting a

movie or what? It's no big deal if you are. But I want to know why you made us your extras without our

consent. How dare you tell that man to attack me and Zayn? You are playing with fire. And do you

know what always happens when you play with fire? You get burnt! Shit! Do you have any idea who

Zayn's father is? He's the CEO of the Nathan Logistics Company!"

To Averi, Horace could never get wealthy even in a million years. His first thought was that they were

shooting a movie here. 'This disgusting guy is as poor as a church mouse. There's no way anyone

would respect him so much!' he reasoned.

"The CEO of Nathan Logistics Company? Who is he?" Horace immediately asked Donn in confusion.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Warren. I have no idea who he is. Perhaps he's just a nobody in the city," Donn replied

respectfully.

Nathan wasn't affiliated with the Warren family, so Horace had never met him, nor did he see any

information about him on his cellphone. He didn't know who he was.

Donn lived in Antawood, so it wasn't surprising that he didn't know about the unaffiliated rich man here.

By this time, Susie had already joined the crowd. She chipped in, "Mr. Warren, if I may. Nathan Duffy is

the second richest man in this city. He's worth more than twenty billion dollars!"

Although Susie knew that Horace came from a rich family, she didn't know if his family was as powerful

as Nathan's.

Location was also another factor that she took into consideration at this time. She felt that even if the

Warrens were more powerful than the Duffys, it wouldn't make much of a difference because this

situation was currently happening in Rinas. From her judgment, Zayn had more people at his beck and

call, but Horace probably didn't.

The only members that Susie knew from the Warren family were Tobias and Donn. She felt that the

family's power didn't extend from the jurisdiction of Antawood.

The prompt explanation that Susie just gave fueled Averi's pride. Despite his pain, he pointed at

Horace and said arrogantly, "Damn it! Horace, you are doomed. How dare you put up an act and ask

this bastard to hit Zayn? You have bitten more than you can chew. Be ready to face the music soon!"

The indifferent expression on Horace's face wasn't the response Averi had expected to get. He

clenched his fists angrily. "Didn't you hear what I just said? What the hell are you waiting for? Kneel

and apologize to Zayn. He would still kill you, but your apology would save you from going back to the

earth in pieces. You'd better do it now!"

Ignoring Averi's statement, Horace said to Susie, "Oh, I see. His net worth is a mere twenty billion

dollars. I thought he was a trillionaire. What a shame!"

"Oh my! He just said a mere twenty billion dollars." Judging by Horace's last statement, Susie

concluded that he wasn't an ordinary rich kid. The fact that he downplayed Nathan's net worth dazed

her. She had never seen one hundred million dollars, not to mention twenty billion dollars. But here he

was calling it a mere sum. Today was even the first time she had gotten more than two thousand

dollars from red envelopes at once, thanks to Horace. She normally had to work for many days before

getting that amount.

"What's wrong, Susie? Do you think twenty billion dollars is a huge amount of money?" Horace asked

after hearing her sigh. It was a small amount to him because he was worth almost one hundred billion

dollars excluding the other landed properties the Warren family had. His net worth was five times

Nathan's. It had only been about two weeks since he reconnected with his family, but he was richer

than someone who had been working for years.

Instead of answering his question, Susie thought to herself, 'Did I hear it wrong? Is he trying to

insinuate that twenty billion dollars is not a huge amount of money? Holy crap!'

When Susie didn't reply, Horace turned to Riley and ordered, "Please go and call Uncle Raul! The man

in question is only worth chicken feed, so there's no point bothering Mr. Hudson this time!"

'Chicken feed? Twenty billion dollars is just chicken feed? Wait a damn minute! Am I having hearing

problems? Or did he really say that just now? Jeez!' Everyone present, excluding Donn and Laila, was

shocked by Horace's last statement. They felt that he was being arrogant and even talking gibberish

because twenty billion dollars was actually a whopping sum.

Donn had great knowledge about the Warren family's power and affluence. To him, Horace was

actually humble, not arrogant.

Laila knew Horace to be a truthful person. Since he had said that it was chicken feed, then it was

chicken feed. He could do no wrong in her eyes. Besides, she suspected that he had more than that

amount.

"Is this guy crazy?" Zayn muttered as he stared at him in confusion.

"I think so too, Zayn. It seems he's losing his mind because his mother is dying in the hospital and he

can't afford to pay her medical bills. No wonder he has been talking nonsense since he arrived!" Averi NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

echoed his friend's words while nodding incessantly.

"From the look of things, it seems he's not the only one crazy... Riley is also out of her mind. She's

even going to call Raul on the orders of this madman. The madness must have eaten deep into their

brains!" Zayn murmured as he stared at Riley's hasty receding figure.

"It's a good thing that you asked her to call Raul. He's my father's friend. He also knows me well. When

he arrives, I will tell him that his employees treated me like trash, and then Riley would be fired. Just

wait and see!" he added.

With a menacing laugh, he shot Laila a devilish look and declared, "When all is said and done, I will

ask him to give this girl to me!"

He turned to look at Emma and added, "And this girl too. Her buttocks feel so good. I must have a taste

of them. Ha-ha!"

"Your mind is fucked up, Zayn. Why are you objectifying women? Donn, slap his face!" Horace's face

blazed with fury.

Clenching his fist tightly, he said to Averi, "I let you go last time with just a slap on the wrist, but I didn't

expect that you would be so ungrateful. I won't make the same mistake again. Just so you know, your

family will be doomed when Uncle Raul comes. In this way, you would never be able to commit any

more crimes against me or the people I love!"

"Okay, Mr. Warren!" Donn obediently responded to Horace's command. He wanted to do more than just

slap Zayn. If he was alone, he would have punched him in the face until all his teeth fell off. He couldn't

tolerate him for cursing Horace and objectifying Laila.

Without wasting time, Donn moved to Zayn and took a swipe at his face.

The piercing sound of the slap reverberated through the entire second floor. It sounded like a mini

thunder.

He gave him nineteen more thunderous slaps until Horace signaled him with a wave.