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.

is Jeff? How did they know each other? What the hell is happening? A few questions went through the minds of the Hemsworth

passed

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

there any problem?"

Your friend

with excitement

is a topic of conversation

the other side, decided not to be unfazed by the fact

gain ProfesSor=—= Paul's trust. He can not allow that annoying

his 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 melody filled the air. The room was hushed, captivated by

a deep chord in the hearts

who heard them.

was too good, so good that Professor Paul found

he was unable to deny the sensation that he recognized

observing. Paul glanced at him, unable to decipher what the

the last part, the guests stood up, applauding