The Fake Son Is A Billionaire Young Master by Morningale

Chapter 26 He has other plans 2

The ballroom was in disarray wher Jeff= arrived; people were muttering to one another and even Grandmother Hemsworth was unable to complete her sentence.

"What are you doing here?!" With restraint, the Old Lady spoke, her stomach clenching.

"Didn't you invite me here?" Jeff questioned with a sly smile. "Oh, T found you!" Under everyone's gaze, he approached the special table where Professor was sitting.

Brother!" Edward seeing this unfold, couldn't contain his anger. "You are disrupting Grandmother's

birthday." So Jeff stopped in his tracks and shifted his gaze to Edward. "Aren't you the one urging me to come? You kept asking me to come, even though 1 really did not want to. What can I do? 1 miss my little brother too." The air crackled with tension as Edward's jaw tightened, muscles twitching with every suppressed urge to lash out.

Unfazed, he eventually made it to the designated table and took a seat next to Professor Paul. "I'm here, Teacher." Sensing the tension, Professor Paul looked around him. "This is what you

had in mind, brat?!" Ina whisper, hd Professor Paul said.

"Is my arrival not magnificent?" Jeff winked.

Professor Paul said, "Sorry, Old Lady Hemsworth," glancing away from Jeff.

His friend? Professor Paul's friend is Jeff? How did they know each other? What the hell is happening? A few questions went through the minds of the Hemsworth members, but

passed the exam with full marks.

"our friend?" With an awkward smile,

problem?"

No! No problem. Your friend

excitement isn't

fake son is a topic of

decided not to be unfazed by the fact that

effort today to gain ProfesSor=—= Paul's trust. He can not allow that annoying jerk to spoil his day

face, Edward approached the stage. "Happy birthday, grandmother." To express my gratitude for everything you have done, 1 wrote this song for you. You are the best." As Edward's hands danced across the ivory keys, a beautiful

sentimental glint struck a deep chord in the hearts

who heard them.

doubt, he was too good, so good that

unable to deny the sensation that he recognized the song Edward

Paul glanced at him, unable to

the last part, the guests stood up, applauding his