Female Novel
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
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'snovelbin
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.