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

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 takes care of the family in this way. Because she frequently represents the Scavo family in situations like this with her elegant attire and expensive clothes, she is even more well-known than Sophia

this might come as a

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

smoky air, an elderly man stumbled out of the bar, his senses dulled by the liquor

inebriation. He reeked of alcohol, a pungent odor that followed him like a

street,

focus solely on

no idea that a man was waiting for her a

slamming 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 you are doing?! Are

me." With a look of desperation mixed with greed, his bloodshot eyes were

front of her, the bills flying across the sidewalk.

the old man away, but her futile efforts resulted in a sharp slap across her cheek again. The force of the blow

disoriented and defenseless.

the situation could escalate further, a powerful punch landed squarely on the old man's face, causing