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.

hell is happening?

Professor Paul and passed the exam

"our friend?" With an awkward smile, Grandmother Hemsworth

there any problem?" Professor Paul

No problem. Your friend is welcome here"

excitement

a topic of

other side, decided not to be unfazed by the fact that Jeff knows Professor Paul. He has to

can not allow that annoying jerk to spoil his day the way he was at the tournament.

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 melody filled the air. The room was

sentimental glint struck a deep chord in the

who heard them.

was too good, so good that Professor Paul found

he was unable to deny the sensation that he

meanwhile, remains composedly observing. Paul glanced at him, unable to decipher what

the last part, the guests