The Fake Son Is A Billionaire Young Master

Why did you betray me, Father? Duane clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white with rage. His jaw hardened and his muscles throbbed with tension as drops of sweat trickled down his brow.

Was the heirloom from the Malfoy family just given to Jeff by his father? With a flash of piercing anger in his eyes, Duane bounded into the room.

He let out short, sharp gasps, each one tinged with a mixture of fear and rage.

"Father!" The intense feelings threatened to overtake Duane, causing his body to tremble and his heart to

race. He turned to look at Jeff and the heirloom he was holding.

This was the necklace that he had been assiduously attempting to claim for years, but his father had recently given it to Jeff, the recently Malfoy son.

"I will never accept this! This is unacceptable!" Duane yelled, his voice laced with pent-up anger and frustration. He approached Jeff and Old Master Malfoy who was lying sickly on the bed. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

When Jeff noticed Duane's rage, he abruptly got up despite not understanding what was happening.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Duane stopped in his tracks. "Did you just..."

"Grandfather is sick! He needs rest.

That he has not been sleeping soundly, do you know? That explains the way his body responded to the meal. Do you not have a duty to look after your father? ""Are you now dictating what I should do?" Duane exclaimed unbelievably.

""Arlina was right about you! All you are trying to do is take everything away from me." Duane's eyes were fixed on the heirloom. He watched as Jeff's hand tightened around it.

"Trying to steal everything from you?" Jeff scoffed with disbelief. "Please allow Grandpa to get some rest. It is necessary for him. If you are going to continue being like this, please leave." Jeff realized that since he came back,

this was the first time he would have a conversation with his Father. The fact that their conversation is different from what Jeff had assumed is just too funny.

He was being accused by Duane of trying to pilfer everything from him.

What is it that he's trying to steal? Is it because of the heirloom? Jeff tightened his hold on the heirloom, his eyes locked with Duane.

"eff." Hearing his name being called by Old Master Malfoy, Jeff shifted his gaze from his Father to his grandfather.

He knelt and took the Old Man's wrinkly hand in his own.

"Grandfather." 01d Master Malfoy said haltingly,

"Leave first, I have something to discuss with your Father." Since Jeff met the Old Man, he had never seen him this weak before. He was always energetic and always trying to make Jeff happy.

It was really weird seeing him like this.

Even though Jeff knew that the old Man was hiding something from him, he didn't care because he knew that the Old Man's care was genuine.

So Jeff wanted to protest. He didn't want to leave his grandfather with Duane. "But..." "please, Jeff." Jeff had no choice but to go out.

Once he was gone, Duane took a seat in a chair that was free, an air of rage

emanating from him.

"Father, why did you betray me?" Duane asked shakily. "What you did now is betrayal! You betrayed me, Father?!" "Calm down" Old Master Malfoy uttered gently. "I only gave the heirloom to Jeff, I didn't declare him as the heir, Duane. I haven't made a decision yet." As Duane listened to his Father, he felt like his words were even more absurd.

If he didn't want to declare Jeff as his heir, why did he give him the heirloom? It just doesn't make sense.

""T know you more than anyone, Father" Duane uttered. "I should have known what you were up to when you

suddenly decided to look for Jeff. You already knew I had a son before Rebecca left, didn't you? You knew I was up to something back then too, right? You hide everything from me just to declare Jeff as the heir. Father, you are unbelievable!" 0ld Master Malfoy was silent after hearing Duane's words. A small smile appeared on his lips and he took down abreath.

"I'm old, I guess I have started to see things in a different way," He said.

"Duane, catch up with Jeff. Jeff isn't what you think he is. have my reasons for keeping quiet until now. I don't want you to regret it later." "Regret what? Not catching up with Jeff" Duane answered. "If you saw how he looked at me when I came in, you

will understand what I meant by he's trying to steal things from me. He's just nineteen and he already has that kind of gaze! He doesn't deserve to be in our family!" "Don't regret later, Duane" The Old Man was persistent even though his son didn't want to listen to him. "Jeff is still your son whether you like it or not.

Fulfill your fatherly duties and apologize to him. I know what I'm talking about!" 11 don't think so, Father," Duane said and stood up. "I don't think you know what you are talking about." He headed to the door. Before he got out, he turned back to his Father. "I hope you recover well, Father. I still have to track those fools who stole our goods. And clean up my brother's mess

again. Goodbye." Old Master Scavo let out a deep breath after Duane left. "I hope it's not too late." As Jeff walked into the living room, he felt the weight of the elderly folks' eyes upon him.

Their piercing gaze bore into his skin, but Jeff was indifferent; anger coursed through his veins, and he couldn't be bothered to acknowledge their presence.

Their condescending stares only fueled his disdain; it was as if they didn't want him here at all.

Without uttering a word, Jeff dashed out of the room, desperate to escape the suffocating atmosphere that hung

around him like a dark cloud.

As he pushed open the front door and stepped outside, his eyes caught a glimpse of Elias's Father, David.

He recalled the last time he saw the man, the man had given him a black card as a gift for passing the entrance examination.

David looked desolate, his shoulders slumped, and his gaze fixed on a distant point.

Jeff motioned for Chris.

"What's wrong with Uncle?" Jeff asked, his angry mind, easing slowly.

Chris glanced at David and let down a breath. "He was in charge of the stolen goods. The Elders aren't happy with him."

"Have they tracked it?" Jeff asked.

"No." "Let's go get my computer."