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 at the

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 the Scavo family in situations like this with her

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

hear you out." &» - The small bar, dimly lit with neon signs flickering on the walls, emanated

air, an elderly man stumbled out of the bar, his

of alcohol, a pungent odor that followed him like a cloud, and his unsteady gait gave away the effect the drinks had taken on

the street, a

her focus solely on

away in her own world, she had no idea that

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 slap landed on the

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

her, the bills flying across the sidewalk. A few interested onlookers

the old man away, but her futile efforts resulted in a sharp slap across

disoriented and defenseless.

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