The Fake Son Is A Billionaire Young Master

Be a Father "We've not even announced him yet, this is already happening! We can't afford to..." "Arlina! Would you please just stop? Since I woke up, you have been blowing up my ears, and you know what—you are raising suspicions in my mind!" Duane spoke with grave deliberation.

"Our family members are the only ones who were aware of this." "Are you suspecting me? Do you even hear yourself?! Are you aware of the amount of money we have lost as a result of this ridiculous thing, and do you really believe that I exposed it? Arlina's voice went up an octave as she screamed, "It is possible Jeff told someone without our knowledge!

Apart from the fact that he is your son, we do not really know him." "You know what? We are done talking about this! I will visit Father. Until then, do not do something you will regret." With those words, Duane stormed out of their bedroom.

It was impossible to use their authority to take down the articles or online posts because the news about the illegitimate son had become so widely circulated.

It is nearly impossible to calculate the amount of money they have lost, and it is extremely puzzling that the Malfoy family's eldest son had a son outside of marriage.

The original poster did not disparage

Duane; rather, it attempted to place the blame on the illegitimate son—a fact that not many people are aware.of.

But when it went viral, a lot of people accused Duane of cheating on his wife.

They didn't believe a gentleman like Duane would do such a thing.

Given Duane's position as Vice Chairman of the Malfoy Group, the outcome was bound to happen eventually.

As Duane approached the Malfoy Mansion where his Father was, he couldn't really think of anything except the losses.

"Master Duane, Old Master is..." "Get him out, I've to be somewhere" Burning with rage, Duane interrupted the Butler,

The Old Man saw his Eldest Son, enraged, as he emerged.

"I'have already given the other branches a call to handle the losses.

"We shall regain them," Old Master Malfoy remarked as he took a seat across from Duane.

"Why are you doing this to me, Father?" With his voice growing more raspy than usual, Duane questioned." "Return to the company, I have no time for small talk," said Old Master Malfoy, totally unfazed.

"You don't have time?! Are you aware of how much I lost right before arriving here? Duane yelled, his voice dripping with spite. "If you hadn't brought him back, nothing would have happened! I think I could have slept

better these days." The Old Man stared at Duane, silently I tapping the sofa with his hand.

""Are you planning to remain silent? He should remain hidden like before; we will not be introducing him.

Alternatively, send him overseas or something! I just don't want to see him." "You don't want to see him?" The Old man asked after a moment of silence.

"Jeff is here to stay and is not an illegitimate child! Do you even have a conscience? After what you did to his mother, you have no right to say this.

Hearing this, Duane slammed his eyes shut, breathing heavily like he was relieving himself,

"This is what I can do for him. After all, my wicked son did that to his Mother.

If you have any conscience, be nice to him, buy him clothes, praise him. Be a Father since you failed to be a good partner to his mother." The Old Man got up to leave after saying that, but Duane remained standing there, lost in thought and experiencing an indescribable sensation in his heart. Whether it was remorse or rage, Duane dismissed everything in under a minute.

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A successful man must not give in to weakness. It is what shaped him into the person he is now.

As this was going on, Jeff was browsing the internet and saw the remark

regarding his father. He was the intended victim, but the Malfoy Family is suffering significant financial losses.

Someone with a weak mentality and a stupid brain would be the most capable person to accomplish this.

Naturally, Jeff realized he had to resolve the matter before it became unmanageable.

Although he was powerless to stop the losses, he might hold them accountable.

"Are you sure you don't want me to follow you?" Chris asked.

"No" Jeff replied. "If all goes well, I will be back before noon." Some minutes later, Jeff stepped out of the yellow cab, his piercing blue eyes

scanning the surroundings.

The small store he sought was : sandwiched between the row of buildings, its faded sign just about hanging on.

As Jeff stepped inside the poorly lit shop, his eyes landed on the young man manning the counter. The man appeared nervous as he glanced up from his phone, his fingers fumbling slightly. Jeff wasted no time, his voice cool and commanding. "Pardon me, I but I'am searching for someone who crossed a line and posted something that is causing havoc on the internet. I Could you please assist?" The young man shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting around the shop.

"Um... I don't know what you're talking about, man. I don't know

anything about what you are talking about." Jeff's handsome face hardened, "Look, I suggest you start being honest with me. Otherwise, things might get unpleasant for you." "And who do you think you are?!" The Man moved closer to Jeff, ready to attack. But Jeff took hold of his hand and twisted it.

The young man gulped, fear glinting in his eyes as he screamed. "Okay, okay! Please, don't hurt me. I do remember something now. Two women came here at different times, they gave me the same task." Jeff's grip tightened on the young man's wrist, twisting it just enough to send a jolt of pain through his body.

"And who are these women? Where

can I find them?" Young Man winced in pain, "I... Tdon't know their names. They were wearing sunglasses and seemed pretty secretive. They didn't tell me anything else, I swear!" Jeff's icy stare remained fixed as he considered his next move. "Fine. Tell me exactly what they asked you to do." Young Man answered pain, evident in his voice, "They asked me to make that post for them, and not to tell anyone.

They said they had some unfinished business with someone. I don't know who they were targeting, though!" Jeff let go of the young man's hand with a final twist, a momentary expression of satisfaction on his face.

"Thanks for your cooperation." I

Jeff did not say anything more before turning around and leaving the young man in shock inside the small shop. As he stepped out onto the street, he pulled out his smartphone and sent a text message.

_ Send me their address. Thank you.

Those two women really didn't know who they intended to mess with.