The Fake Son Is A Billionaire Young Master

Just give me five hours "Young Master Jeff" Chris furrowed = his brows. "Can you help? Can you help us track it?" "I need my computer first" Jeff answered. "Or wait, let me ask Smartie and Spooky to get it for me." "Ahh! Your new friends?" Chris questioned, his tone showing a tinge of curiosity.

That being said, Jeff took out his phone and called Smartie.

Soon after, Duane stormed outside, simmering rage burning in his eyes.

David felt a chill go down his spine when he saw his brother's enraged expression. He knew all too well the 1/12

wrath that awaited him. I "You are so utterly incompetent, David!" With a thunderous voice, ged Duane yelled across the yard. "You want me to put you in charge of things, but look at you! You are incapable of even doing the easiest jobs!" David tried to speak, but his voice caught in his throat, leaving him stammering, ""I-1'm sorry, brother. I had no intention of stirring up trouble." S Duane's rage grew even more intense.

"Sorry? Sorry won't fix the mess you've made, you fool!" he spat, his every word laced with venom.

He hurled a torrent of abuse at David, his words piercing the atmosphere with acrid contempt.

David's eyes dropped to the floor, his face flushed with shame from the weight of his brother's scathing remarks.

He was aware that trying to defend himself would only make Duane even more enraged. Instead, he chose the safer path of silence.

Duane's relentless criticism pierced David's heart, like a thousand tiny daggers. He had been accountable for the stolen goods, and he had not, adequately secured them during their previous job's chaos.

He was overcome with guilt as a result of the realization, which made him feel heavy-headed.

With his body quivering from Duane's intense stare, David's head hung low.

He longed to make things right, to prove his worth to his brother, but the words remained lodged in his throat; swallowed by fear and regret.

"That's why I don't like putting you in charge of things" Duane continued.

""Are you aware of the potential losses to our family in the event that we are unable to obtain the goods? Do you know? Oh God, this is so frustrating!" "They are tracking the goods, brother.

I will make sure..." "Don't fucking make promises you can't fulfill, David!" Duane yelled, his eyes darting away in anger. His eyes landed on Jeff whom he thought had left.

Jeff remained indifferent, his gaze locked with his Father's. He was

surprised at David's silence despite Duane raining thousands of abuses on him. It is quite difficult to meet someone with such a temperament.

Jeff understood at that moment why Ethan had claimed David did not live up to his father's standards. It makes sense why David was less popular than Duane.

While mistakes were inevitable, Duane's remarks were excessively harsh.

Even Chris couldn't breathe well as Duane insulted David.

"What are you looking at?" Duane spat out, seeing Jeff's gaze. He appeared to recall his father's remarks, which only made him feel hurt and enraged.

"Twill help you track the goods," Jeff said boldly. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Duane scoffed at his words, turning to face Jeff with his full body. "Do you think we are joking here, Kid? I don't have time for your jokes!" "Do I look like I'm joking? I will never make jokes with you in between" Jeff answered, his voice laced with coldness.

"Even the best teams couldn't track the goods. Duane questioned, "What gives you that confidence?" incredulously. Who does the kid think he is? Just because he now has the heirloom in his possession? "can do it and I will do it" Jeff replied, confidence shining in his voice. "I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing this for Grandpa and Uncle." e

David seeing Jeff's seriousness quickly rushed to him. "Jeff, are you sure you can track the goods? Are you really sure?" David looked tired, his eyes, bloodshot from not sleeping and his lips, chapped from exhaustion. "Please help if you can or should I bring you to our technical team?" "You will have to bring me there but I asked someone to bring me my computer" Jeff answered. "I need my computer first." After a few minutes, Smartie arrived with his computer.

Duane seeing Smartie's face frowned his face so hard. He wondered how Jeff knew someone like him.

"Thank you."

"Just ring me up if you need me, I will be there for you" Smartie uttered and winked at him before driving off her — bike. A "Uncle, let's go" Jeff uttered, turning to face David who looked surprised as Duane.

Smartie had tattoos, was dressed rough, and had colored hair, kind of like the bad girl type. A person like that was not something you saw very often.

"Ah, okay. I'm coming" David brought out his keys and sprinted towards his car, motioning for Jeff to follow him.

For over twenty minutes, the car kept going until it finally reached its destination.

As Jeff got down, he saw a big building in front of him, it was the Malfoy Group Headquarters. = The structure was a towering representation of strength and status.

The city skyline was reflected in its sleek glass exterior. The Malfoy Group logo was proudly displayed on a sign above the entrance, and Jeff could feel the vibrant energy coming from within.

David directed Jeff inside the building.

As they passed by the workers, they kept bowing to David till they entered the elevator.

After going through a few doors, they eventually arrived at their destination a few minutes later.

Inside this room were different people, each person had their gaze fixed on a computer screen, their fingers moving swiftly.

The room was the main database of the Malfoy group.

"Hello, everyone." It was not until David's greeting that they looked up. They were obviously aware of someone is arrival, but they were preoccupied.

"Any luck?" inquired David.

"No sir" One of them replied. He was the team leader, Gary.

Jeff brought out his computer. "Let me check it out, Uncle David." Gary became gloomy upon witnessing the young man's boldness. "And who

are you?" "Ah, Gary, this is Jeff, I think he can help" David uttered. BN "I'm sorry Sir but I need to say this.

This is the main database of Malfoy Group, bringing a stranger in here is out of line" Gary's words were brutal and he gave the impression of a man with strong moral convictions.

"Jeff is not a stranger" David uttered.

He knew Gary was right. His decision was a risky move. ; "Give me five hours, and I will track where the goods are hidden," Jeff said confidently.

"This boy is rude!" "Who does he think he is?" A few members of the team whispered

to each other.

"Five hours?! Kid, do you think this is a joke? We all have been working here tirelessly for over twenty-four hours and we've gotten nothing. Who do you think you are?" Gary's words ground out with the authority of a man who is not to be trifled with.

"Just because you can't doesn't mean another person can do it" Jeff answered. "You don't have any other choice and you can keep your eyes on me if you want." Saying that, Jeff found a seat and started doing his thing. He typed a string of codes and numbers on his computer with rapid strokes.

Gary's eyes grew wide as he realized how serious the boy was. He couldn't believe his eyes.