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.

time we met was at the Harrison's

getting the better of her, she wanted to know what Old_ A Master Scavo was doing in the hospital room of that useless boy. "I'm curious as to why you requested to see me." It was known that the Scavo family rarely attended tea parties, soirees, or banquets. However, it was well known that Grace

know this might come as a shock

had her answer. "Okay, let's hear you out." &» -

stumbled out of the bar, his senses dulled by the

alcohol, a pungent odor that followed

the street, a young

her focus solely on

no idea that a man was waiting for her a short

it onto the merciless ground below. In shock and terror, she looked up at the old man, trying to comprehend the chaos that had just unfolded in front of her. "What do you think

the elderly man slurred, "Sleep with me." With a look of

quick look in his pocket, pulled out a wad of cash, and flung it in front of her, the bills flying

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 in a sharp slap across her cheek again. The force of the blow sent her sprawling to

disoriented and defenseless.

the old man's face, causing him to stagger