The Fake Son Is A Billionaire Young Master

The Malfoy Family heirloom "And who might you be?" Adrian I asked, his brows knitting fiercely.

"Mrs. Hemsworth" Mrs. Greenfield was also astonished. "What are you doing here" She asked. She did not mean to come across as impolite, but Rachael was violating their personal space.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Greenfield," Rachael said proactively. "When I saw Mr.

Ferqin come in, I assumed he was the only one. I was unaware that you were present with..." She turned to face Jeff, glaring at him icily.

"I'don't think Mr. Ferqin is familiar with you though" Jeff said and a scoff escaped his lips. "Or does Adrian know Mrs. Hemsworth?"

wy TY Vviwe "Idon't think so. I have never seen her face" Adrian replied. He is an aristocrat I with strong moral convictions, and one I of his pet peeves is these. Even if I Rachael was acquainted with him, what right did she have to invade someone else's personal space? There is a reason the room is called private.

When Rachael saw Adrian's lack of interest, her expression darkened.

Although it was unclear whether Adrian was participating, they had previously crossed paths. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

She had been going to Fergin Fashion all this week just to see him, but he does not even seem to remember her.

"Mr. Ferqin, you do not remember me?" she said, laughing clumsily.

"How unfair. You might not remember that we met some years back but what about this week." = Adrian spoke, his voice growing harsher as he continued, "It is really impolite of you to storm in here in the first place and now you are saying we have met." "Can you please leave?" Mrs. Greenfield also said a few words.

The Hemsworth members like looking for trouble. That was how they almost ruined her birthday banquet.

"Mrs. Hemsworth, please leave." Mr. Ferqin, please give me a moment. I will not take up a lot of time. It was the only thing Rachael could say. If she leaves now, she might not be able to see him again. Not seeing him, only means one thing.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a business meeting I and now you have ruined it. Please don't embarrass yourself further and leave" Adrian was already angry.

Rachael had no choice but to walk away, but not before casting Jeff a chilly glance. Because of Jeff, she just went through another humiliation! Adrian expressed regret for the disturbance after Rachael exited the private space. Rachael was someone Jeff had seen when he first arrived, so his surprise at seeing her was minimal.

""So what do you think?" Adrian inquired once more. "I hope we can talk much better later on. Being an exclusive designer in Fergin has many benefits." "No problem" Jeff replied and they

exchanged numbers.

[ Jeff left the private room shortly after I that.

I He just received a call from Chris about Old Master Malfoy.

I I He found Duane, a middle-aged woman, and a few elderly folks sitting in the living room of the Malfoy Mansion when he arrived.

Jeff had to halt abruptly before making a full entry because of the intense silence and tension in the room. He noticed Chris walking toward him, his face serious.

"What's going on? Where's Grandpa?" Jeff questioned, a tinge of curiosity in his voice.

Chris shook his head and said, "Young Master Jeff, there is something going

I on right now." "Some of the Malfoy Family goods were stolen and Old Master Malfoy collapsed after eating but he's better now. He consumed just the right amount of food." Jeff felt his legs going weak as he heard that the Old Man collapsed.

"Was he poisoned?" Jeff inquired.

"The Doctor said he wasn't poisoned.

His body just reacted oddly to the food" Chris answered. "Everyone is here. The Malfoy Family descendants are here, please say..." Before Chris could finish talking, Jeff dashed away, heading to the Old Man's room.

0ld Master Malfoy consumed his thoughts as he walked past the living room, forgetting about the people he

Saw.

The people looked at him weirdly as he dashed away. iQ "Is that Duane's son?" "The rumors are true?" "Our Family has an illegitimate son?" Duane's fists were balled up while they whispered to each other. What on earth was Jeff doing in this place? "Duane, is that your son?" With a slightly amused expression in his eyes, one of the elders inquired.

Because they are the foundation of the Malfoy Group, Duane could not treat them disrespectfully. They are not direct descendants, but they have authority over certain matters Duane

was unable to touch.

Though he was aware of the Elders’ curiosity, Duane found it difficult to I respond to their inquiry. He wants them to think about it himself.

"Do you know how much money we lost when it was revealed by an unknown source? Did you even do anything about it?" One of the Elders named Victor asked. "Duane, we just cannot afford to lose any more. I will advise you to..." Duane interrupted, saying, "Please keep your pieces of advice to yourself." He walked away before they could say another word.

He understood why they were so bold as to address him with those remarks.

I It was because he wasn't crowned the heir yet. Approaching his father's room, which his son had entered, Duane clenched his fist.

It has taken so many years for Old Master Malfoy to declare him the heir.

Despite his best efforts to gain his father's trust through hard work and diligence, Old Master Malfoy remained unconvinced.

When his father discovered Jeff, Duane truly did not want to search for him. He didn't want to bring him back into his life.

Jeff was like the past that was supposed to remain hidden.

As he approached the room, he stopped in his tracks when he heard his Father's weak voice, his heart raging wildly against his ribcage.

I "I believe I am growing older, Jeff." The faint, quivering voice of Old I Master Malfoy was audible. = Jeff recalled the last time he saw the 0ld Man, he wasn't as weak as this.

What could have happened? "Don't talk, Grandpa. You are weak" Jeff uttered with a smile.

"I have something to give you," Old Master Malfoy said.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out an antique necklace.

0ld Master Malfoy placed the old necklace on Jeff's hand.

"What is this?" With his eyes focused on the vintage necklace, Jeff questioned.

"The Malfoy Family heirloom."