The Poor Billionaire

Chapter 77 A Benevolent Legend



Chapter 77 A Benevolent Legend

Since his true identity had already been brought to light, Horace didn't see the need to turn down this

offer. "Okay, thank you, Dario. Please take us to the Country Music Restaurant," he said without further Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

ado.

"Mr. Warren, you are most welcome. It's my pleasure to give you a ride!" Dario bowed respectfully. He

then continued, "Also, you don't have to be so polite to me, Mr. Warren. You are my superior. I feel

scared when you speak to me politely."

'This seems like a dream, but it's not. I used to see Mr. Russell as the most powerful man. But now, he

has become so humble. Indeed, no one knows tomorrow!' Macie couldn't help thinking when she saw

how Dario continued to behave in a servile manner.

At this moment, Horace chuckled and asked, "Dario, am I that scary? Be honest with me. Why are you

scared of me? Do I have an intimidating face?"

"No, Mr. Warren. You are a humorous and handsome young man. In fact, you are the most handsome

man in the world. How can you be scary? Far from it."

The richest man in the city looked submissive and obsequious in Horace's presence. His age and

wealth took the back seat now.

"Dario, you don't need to flatter me. I know exactly what I look like. How can I be the most handsome

man in the world? Maybe you dreamed and saw me looking devastatingly dashing! Ha-ha!" Horace

knew that Dario was just trying to butter him up. Although he wasn't ugly, he was not the most

handsome man.

"Mr. Warren, you are being too modest. I accept that you looked dashing in my dream, but you still look

good in real life," Dario continued to lie through the teeth. He thought that dishing out compliments to

Horace would strengthen their work relationship.

They walked out of the hotel as they chatted. Soon, they got to Dario's car in the parking lot.

This car was a Bentley Bentayga. Although it was much cheaper than Farris's Rolls-Royce Phantom, it

was still a luxury car.

Dario had great wealth, but he liked to keep a low profile. He didn't believe in buying flashy cars that

cost an arm like his counterparts.

He pressed the automatic key in his hand and the car unlocked immediately. Afterward, he opened the

door of the back seat and gestured for Horace to get in.

Like the busybody that she was, Macie rushed forward to enter the car. But Horace was quick enough

to pull her back. "What do you think you are doing, Macie? There are only two seats at the back. Go to

the front passenger seat. Don't disturb me and Laila!" he said sternly.

"Humph!" Macie snorted and rolled her eyes. With her mouth pouted, she opened the door of the front

passenger seat and got in angrily.

Horace got in and Dario shut the door carefully. He then went to the other side and opened the door for

Laila.

After they were all seated, he got behind the wheel.

Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that he would be so deferential and even serve as a

chauffeur to a young man.

The drive to the Country Music Restaurant lasted for only about twenty minutes.

"Oh my goodness! Is that a Bentley Bentayga?"

A customer who had just gotten out of the restaurant exclaimed when he saw Dario's luxury car.

"Hey, stop being so dramatic! It's just a Bentley Bentayga. What's so special about it? Do you know the

kind of luxury car a big shot who came here this afternoon had?"

"Are you referring to the man who treated everyone in the restaurant to a free lunch? I heard that the

money he spent was enough to buy a brand new Maserati! Tell me, what kind of car does he drive?"

Horace's good deed was spreading like wildfire among all the customers of the restaurant. They now

labeled him as a benevolent legend. It was common knowledge that he had spent more than one

million dollars on everyone's lunch and each person had been served the Kobe steak. Many people

calculated that the amount he spent could buy a Maserati.

"He came in a Rolls-Royce Phantom! That's awesome, right? His car is worth millions of dollars. It's

much more expensive than this ordinary Bentley Bentayga!" This particular customer had been present

in the restaurant since noon, so he proudly told the other one about Horace.

He was speaking as if he could afford any of the luxury cars when in fact, he couldn't.

"A Rolls-Royce Phantom? Wow! That's so impressive. I'm envious of that man. Even if I work for ten

whole years, it would be impossible for me to afford a wheel of his car. We are worlds apart!" The other

customer sighed helplessly.

Just as the two customers were chatting, Horace pushed open the door of the car and got out. The

moment the arrogant customer saw him, his eyes opened wide. He stammered, "What... What... What

the fuck!"

"Bro, what's wrong with you? You look like you've seen a ghost. Do you know this young man?" the

other customer asked when he saw the shocked expression on his face.

"Fuck! It would be a great honor if I was associated with him. Guess who this man is. He's the big shot I

just spoke about! Oh my days! He's wealthier than I imagined. A luxury car drove him earlier today. And

tonight, he's arriving in another one! This young man has many cars that he can change them any time

he likes. He's way out of my league. I can't even afford the maintenance fee he spends on his cars

yearly even if I work my butt off for the rest of my life!"

"Buddy, are you kidding me? Look at the way he's dressed. He doesn't look like a super-rich man at all.

He looks like a pauper!" The oblivious customer found his friend's statement unbelievable. He even

tried to look past Horace's shabby clothes, but he still couldn't believe that he was wealthy because of

his demeanor. "Come off it, dude. Are you sure about what you are saying?" he further queried

doubtfully.

"I'm dead sure. This man's affluence is more than we can ever imagine. I know that you don't believe

me because of his poor fashion sense, but you should understand that not everyone cares about such

things. At noon, one proud man thought he was a poverty-stricken loser. He made a bet with this young

man and made a fool of himself in front of everybody. In the end, he had to swallow his pride and

apologize to him. So, it's indisputable that he's wealthy!"

"Hmm. Indeed, you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. I've seen a rich man in disguise today!"

Both men sighed as they stared in awe. Horace walked past them and entered the restaurant.

"Today is the luckiest day of my life! Come on, let's go back inside. The wealthy young man might

decide to treat everyone to a sumptuous meal again. We must not miss out!"

The arrogant man whispered to his friend as he stared at Horace's back. They returned to the

restaurant in high spirits.

Horace pushed the door open and was about to enter the busy restaurant again.

"Oh my God! He's coming! He's coming!" A loud and excited voice rang out all of a sudden.

A faction of the feasting crowd echoed, "He's coming! He's coming!"

Only the customers who had benefited from Horace's benevolence earlier knew who he was. On the

other hand, the others had no idea what was happening. They looked around with confused

expressions.

"Who is it? Who is coming? Oh my God! What's all the noise about? Who the hell is coming here? Is it

that man? Why is everyone going crazy about him?"

"He's the super-rich that came here at noon!" This was the only explanation the excited customers

could give. They couldn't contain their excitement. They were all happy that they hadn't left yet. If not,

they would have missed out.

"Oh, he's the guy you all were raving about. Let's cheer for him. Maybe he would treat us to dinner this

time!"


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