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.

met was at the Harrison's Charity

to see me." It was known that the Scavo family rarely attended tea parties, soirees, or banquets. However, it was well known

know this might

mind, she already had her answer. "Okay, let's hear you out." &» - The small bar, dimly lit with

stumbled out of the

amplified by his inebriation. He reeked of alcohol, a pungent odor that followed him like a cloud, and his unsteady gait

the street,

her focus solely on

idea that a man was waiting

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

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

bills flying across the sidewalk. A

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

disoriented and defenseless.

situation could escalate further, a powerful punch landed squarely on the old man's face, causing him to stagger backward and collapse onto the cold