The Fake Son Is A Billionaire Young Master by Morningale

Chapter 27 They 've crossed troo many lines

They've crossed too many lines Edward shifted, a grin on his face. "Oh really, Jeff? And what makes you think 1 played the song I wrote, wrong? I seem to recall that you are not even able to play the piano." Edward still didn't know that his fake brother had been deceiving them all these years. To him, Jeff remained the same stupid kid he had lived with.

There was an uproar among the guests, each guest questioning if Jeff was right or wrong.

With her brows knitted and her lips curled into a snarl, Rachael's face twisted into a mask of fury. "What an

ungrateful boy! What do you think are doing? arriving without warning and now asserting to know whether something is amiss." Jeff casually replied, "I know what is wrong, and what is wrong is that your angelic son played the last note wrong." "Why are you doing this?" Jeff said, "Because you must regret it with a hint of humor mixed in with the coldness.

His gaze met Rachael's as a vortex swirled inside of him.

When Rachael realized what he had said, she recoiled, her eyes glimmering,

with rage. N— Jeff turned to face Edward. "I know how it is supposed to sound because I wrote that composition," Jeff said.

trust me, that last note was off." Anger slowly seeping into Edward's pores, his face flushed red. "You wrote it? You are not even familiar with music! Brother, please don't ruin Grandmother's birthday. You've done enough!" Jeff laughed, "1

filling [ld ears of the guests. As they watched Jeff perform, they all widened

the song had a certain something special about it,

impression of a novice in music or someone who would bluff about writing a song. He was gorgeous and exuded

Grandmother Hemsworth did

leftthe™ platform. "Now that I have played it right. Did you see where the mistake was?" "You have no proof that you

its peak, Professor Paul, stepped

Edward stole my composition. He played it as his own, word for word. I worked so hard on it, and he just took it from me." To be honest, Professor Paul already knew

it, but it was not until later that he realized it was the

Jeff as a young boy, he was

the Zombie Institute's dean nor a professor

not far from Sea County, about ten years ago. He saw deep sadness in the boy's eyes and found himself drawn to

he knew about Vero island, the little boy answered, "Tread