The Poor Billionaire

Chapter 76 Independent Woman

"Okay, Horace. Anything you say," Laila replied softly after hearing his statement. She was like a lovely

and obedient baby at this time.

"It's settled then. Let's go now!" Horace jumped off the bed with great energy. If outsiders saw him like

this, they wouldn't guess that he had just fainted after being beaten up. His injuries were not that

serious. Hence, he had fully recovered after three hours of rest.

Meanwhile, there was a weighted feeling in Macie's gut. She felt that they were ignoring her. "Am I

invisible? It breaks my heart to see that you both have been ignoring me since," she said after putting

on an aggrieved expression.

"Macie, please don't take it to heart. We were just carried away. Thank you for everything you did for

me today. When I want to take Laila shopping next time, I will call you. Rest assured that you would be

able to pick whatever you want then!"

Horace was grateful to Macie for her acts of bravery earlier that day. She had looked out for Laila.

Although she used to bully him before, he knew that she didn't hate him like the others.

"Really? You have promised. Don't go back on your words!" The aggrieved expression on Macie's face

disappeared instantly. She was full of life and smiled from ear to ear. She was a woman that paid great

attention to her appearance, so beautiful clothes and accessories were of great value to her.

"Macie, now that you know my true identity, why are you still afraid that I will go back on my words?

You don't have to be afraid. Even if you want to buy all the clothes and accessories in the Sea Square,

I can afford them!" Horace couldn't help chuckling when Macie doubted him.

"No, Horace. It's not like that. I'm not afraid that you would go back on your words. It's just that I feel

you might treat me as a third wheel and won't invite me when it's time."

Now that Macie knew about his true identity, his last statement didn't surprise her, nor did she try to

poke holes in it. Such a statement was normal for big shots. At this moment, the occurrence of last

night played out in her mind. "Horace, do Addy and Amaia know your true identity?" she asked

suddenly.

After Horace nodded, she remarked thoughtfully, "No wonder they both behaved so weirdly at the

fundraiser. There I was thinking that Addy was a changed man who didn't want to bully the weak

anymore!"

"That reminds me, Horace. You didn't go to the Sea Pavilion for a job interview, did you? Thank you

once again for that day!"

Laila was previously confused when she thought of how Horace had left the Sea Pavilion unharmed

after he had beaten Averi to a pulp. Now she understood everything.

He had a noble identity. No one in Rinas dared to step on his toes.

"No, I didn't." With a smug smile, Horace explained, "That day, I actually went there to have dinner with

the associates of the Warren family in Rinas. Bumping into you was a pleasant surprise. Laila, it

seemed that our fates are intertwined."

Horace moved closer to her and stared deeply into her eyes. "Now that you know who I am, please I

want you to stop working in the Sea Pavilion. I can provide everything you would ever need," he added This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

affectionately.

"No, I can't do that. I'm an abled woman. I can cater to my own needs. There's no way I would let you

support me. It would affect my self-esteem." Laila shook her head vigorously. The last thing she wanted

to do was to be dependent on a man. Although she appeared to be weak and submissive, she was

actually a strong young lady who didn't subscribe to depending on men.

"I respect your decision. It's fine by me. But promise me that you wouldn't hesitate to ask for my help if

you face any difficulties in the future. I'm capable of anything in Rinas!" Horace was naturally a humble

guy who didn't like to show off his wealth and power. But he did it now because he wanted to impress

Laila and show that he was capable of taking good care of her.

"Okay!" With her face blushing, she nodded and added, "I promise you, Horace!"

Macie suddenly chuckled and shook her head. She teased him, "Look at you, Horace. I doubt that you

are capable of everything. Can you have a baby?"

'Damn it! Macie is such a spoilsport! Can't she just read the room and leave us be?' Out of frustration,

Horace shot her a glare. He then held Laila's hand. "Let's go! We should go to the Country Music

Restaurant and order the Kobe steak!" he said calmly.

Horace then walked out of the room with her.

"Humph! You still haven't answered my question, Horace. Am I right?" Macie snorted and followed

them.

Egan had booked a room in a high-end hotel nearby and settled Horace down after he ordered the

guards of the Warren family to retreat from the Sea Square. As for the ambulance Macie had called, it

arrived when Horace had already left.

An obstacle was at the doorway when Horace opened the door. Someone was kneeling there. He

looked down at the face of the person and discovered that it was Dario, the richest man in the city.

Dario looked up at him with tears in his eyes. "Mr. Warren, I'm so sorry for all the pain my nephew

caused you!" he said respectfully.

He then bowed at Horace's feet. He had heard the conversation between Egan and the elderly man in

suit a while ago.

If Horace hadn't forgiven him, he would have been sent to the Thunder Prison with his erring nephew.

Dario had never been there, but he had heard stories about it. That prison was so horrible that it was

likened to hell on earth. More so, the Dark Fist recognized Horace as a good man. This meant that the

chances of him being the next leader of the Warren family had increased by at least thirty percent. He

was way above the other contenders.

Thus, Dario didn't dare to leave even though Egan and the elderly man were gone. He wanted to

apologize to Horace and be sure that he was forgiven.

With a sympathetic expression, Horace looked at the man who was kneeling at his feet. "How long

have you been kneeling here?" he asked calmly.

"I honestly don't know, Mr. Warren. All I know is that I've been in this same position since you were sent

here." Seeking forgiveness was all that was on Dario's mind. It never occurred to him to check his

phone for the time. As a result, he didn't know how long he had been kneeling.

'Jeez! I know a little about Horace's true identity, but I'm still shocked to the bone whenever I witness

this kind of scene. The richest man in this city is kneeling at his feet! What kind of family is the Warren

family in Antawood? Why is it so powerful?'

Macie had a lot of questions when she saw Dario on his knees. She wouldn't have believed it if

someone told her that he knelt at the feet of any man. It was only because she saw this with her own

eyes that she realized that there was someone more powerful than Dario in this city.

Despite all that she witnessed today, she was even still confused. She and Horace were worlds apart.

The power of the Warren family was beyond her imagination. 'Even Horace doesn't know everything

about his family. Who am I to adequately understand their level of influence?' she pondered.

At this time, Horace waved his hand and said, "Forget about what happened, Dario. I hold no grudge

against you. We had dinner once and I have an idea of the kind of man you are. None of these is your

fault. You are free to go now!"

"Thank you so much, Mr. Warren!" Dario kowtowed to him again. He wiped away the sweat on his

forehead and stood up. "Mr. Warren, where are you going? How about I give you a ride?" he asked

kindly.