The Poor Billionaire

Chapter 33 Birthday Arrangements

Horace sighed inwardly when he saw Stella kneeling at his feet. He pondered, 'People are really

obsessed with money and power. Who would have thought that this woman, who rained insults on me

would grovel at my feet now? If Farris hadn't come here today, I might have exposed my true identity.

Otherwise, she would have continued to look down on me and even thrown me out of here! The actions

of this attendant would have been forgivable if she had only insulted me. However, I can't let her go

with just a slap on the wrist because she humiliated Laila too. This lovely and innocent beauty deserves

my protection!'

Horace took a deep breath, looked at Laila, and asked, "Laila, do you think we should forgive her?"

The moment Horace asked that question, he regretted it. He knew beyond any doubt that Laila would

forgive Stella.

Sure enough, Laila nodded immediately and answered, "Horace, since she didn't do us any physical

harm, let's forgive her!"

"Alas!" With a helpless sigh, Horace nodded and agreed, "Okay!" He then looked at Davina, who was

still holding a pen and notepad, and said, "Miss, please send the cakes to the Sea Pavilion at half past

eleven tomorrow morning. My phone number is 12345678910!"

"Horace, let's not go to the Sea Pavilion!" Laila tugged at the helm of his shirt when she heard the

address he gave Davina.

"Hmm?" Horace looked at her and saw that she had pleading eyes. Something tugged at his

heartstrings. He wondered if there was an underlying reason why she didn't want to go there.

He suddenly had a light-bulb moment after thinking for a while. Laila was working part-time in the Sea

Pavilion. She probably didn't want her roommates to find out. Her roommates were contemptuous and

mean. Although Laila was privileged to be working in a top-notch restaurant, they would still make fun

of her.

Laila's roommates divided careers into different levels. In their eyes, being a waitress was one of the

lowest jobs and nothing to write home about.

"Okay, Laila. It's your birthday, so your wish is my command. We won't go to the Sea Pavilion." Horace

finally gave in to her request.

"Thank you, Horace!" Laila heaved a sigh of relief now that they no longer went back and forth on the

matter.

"Thank you? What are you thanking me for, Laila? I haven't paid for your birthday meal. Neither did I

buy the cakes. Why do you see the need to thank me?" Laila's appreciation made Horace chuckle in

surprise.

"Oh, I haven't expressed my gratitude to that kind gentleman!" Laila suddenly remembered someone.

She turned to Farris, who was standing next to Horace. She bowed and said, "Thank you for paying for

the cakes, sir!"

"Ha-ha!" When Farris heard her appreciation, he laughed and said, "Young lady, you are welcome. I did

it for this young man here. I have made him my friend since we are always bumping into each other

these days. You don't have to thank me."

"Thank you, sir!" Horace said to Farris respectfully. He had completely forgotten to express his

gratitude until now.

"What?" Farris was stunned by Horace's appreciative statement. A trace of fear flashed in his eyes. He

was in a daze for a moment.

However, he managed to regain his composure quickly. Usually, he kept a cool head no matter the

situation. But he found it hard to do so because Horace was involved. This young man was the heir of

the Warren family in Antawood.

Although Farris didn't know much about how powerful the Warren family was at first, he went to

Antawood and found out about their great influence and wealth.

Since Horace was the son of Randall, he would have to compete with other relations to become the

head of the Warren family after his father. Even if Horace didn't win the competition, he would always

be superior to Farris. His appreciation was a big deal.

Farris graciously patted Horace's shoulder and said, "Young man, fate must be bringing us together for

a reason. We have bumped into each other twice in just forty-eight hours. There's no need to thank me.

Also, you don't have to be so polite and formal to me. Just take me as your friend!"

"Ha-ha!" Horace couldn't help laughing due to his modest words. 'Uncle Farris is really something.'

Horace ordered Davina politely, "Miss, please change the address to the Country Music Restaurant.

The delivery time is still the same. Please make sure it's delivered right on time."

Afterward, Horace looked at Laila and asked, "We will go to the Country Music Restaurant. Are you fine

with that?"

To make her birthday special, Horace had decided to throw her a small party.

The name of this restaurant might be a little vulgar, but it was more sophisticated than its name. It was

indeed one of the top music restaurants in Rinas, and also one of Horace's properties.

Compared to the Sea Pavilion and other big restaurants, not many people knew the Country Music

Restaurant. It was almost as expensive as the Sea Pavilion, but many people still didn't count it as one

of the best. Hence, Horace reasoned that Laila wouldn't know about it.

Laila had received a lot of training when she was employed as a waitress at the Sea Pavilion. She

studied several major competitors, but she never heard of this particular restaurant. Due to the tawdry

name, she guessed that it was a cheap restaurant and didn't object this time. She didn't intend to allow

Horace to foot the bill tomorrow, but she was still thankful.

His extreme thoughtfulness was the reason why she expressed her gratitude to him.

Laila nodded in response to his last question.

Horace was relieved when she concurred. He rubbed his palms together and said, "Okay, Laila. Now

that we have solved the cake problem, it's time for us to leave."

Horace knew that his presence here was keeping Farris from getting down to business, so he decided

to take his leave.

Laila was about to nod, but she suddenly remembered why Horace had come here in the first place.

She blurted out, "Horace, didn't you say you wanted to buy some dessert for your mother? You haven't

bought it yet!"

Even though it looked like Horace had forgotten about his main purpose of coming here, he hadn't.

Farris was his subordinate, but no one here knew that. He didn't want to buy another thing on Farris's

tab; otherwise the others would think he was greedy and was trying to take advantage of him. He didn't

give a damn about what anyone thought about him, but he wanted to leave a good impression on Laila.

After all, food was sold everywhere, but impressions are hard to change.

"Hey, young man, you are such a filial son. Children like you are hard to find these days. I'm moved.

You are tugging at my heartstrings." Farris placed his hand on his chest with an emotional expression

on his face. Afterward, he turned to Davina and said, "Young lady, give this young man some of the

most delicious desserts in this shop!"

"Okay, Mr. Rivera!" Davina replied respectfully. She then packed six desserts and handed them to Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Horace.

"Mr. Rivera, I can pay for it myself. You just pre-ordered cakes for me. I don't think it's appropriate for

me to accept dessert on your tab."