The Fake Son Is A Billionaire Young Master by Morningale

Chapter 61 Scums should be treated as one

Scums should be treated as one "Mrs. Malfoy, not Miss Woods" The stylish woman corrected, bringing the cup of coffee to her lips. "I'm surprised you asked to meet, Mrs..." ""Call me Grace, and I will call you by your name as well," Grace replied.

Some years back Arlina and Grace met at an auction house. They weren't acquainted then but they met again ata tea party and we're familiar with each other.

Their familiarity isn't like that of close friends, it is much like that relationship between wealthy people.

Arlina was married to one of the richest men in Arty City while Grace

also directs the biggest constituents of the Scavo Group.

Arlina wasn't really interested in Grace before but after what she saw at the hospital, she just couldn't think of anything while Grace knew that only someone with the same power as the Scavo family could be worthy of interfering in the matters at hand.

Even if something goes wrong, it won't affect the Malfoy Family too much.

Grace knows her son, what he can do, and what he cannot do. And since it was possible that he had done something horrifying, Grace's only thought was how to make things right without putting Ricky in the middle of it.

ast time we met was

It was known that the Scavo family rarely attended tea parties, soirees, or banquets. However, it was well known that Grace takes care of the family in this way. Because she frequently represents

to the point," Grace said. "I know this might come as a shock but

her answer. "Okay, let's hear you out." &» - The small bar, dimly lit with neon signs flickering on the walls,

an elderly man stumbled out of the

a pungent odor

the street,

her focus solely

in her own world, she had no idea that a man was waiting for

trying to comprehend the chaos that had just unfolded in front of her. "What do you think you are doing?! Are you insane?!" "What a beauty" The man used his hand to trace the girl's face while the girl tried to slap his hand away. A deafening

a sickening smile spreading across his inebriated face, the elderly man slurred, "Sleep with me." With a look of desperation mixed with greed, his bloodshot eyes were fixed on

cash, and flung it in front of her, the bills flying across the sidewalk. A few interested onlookers were drawn to the scene and

you doing this?" Tears streamed down the young woman's face as fear consumed her. She trembled and attempted to push the old man away, but her futile efforts resulted

disoriented and defenseless.

squarely on the old man's face, causing