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

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

point," Grace said. "I know this might

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

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

reeked of alcohol, a pungent odor that followed him like a cloud, and his unsteady gait gave away the effect

the street, a young

walked, her focus solely on her phone

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

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 you insane?!" "What

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

pocket, pulled out a wad of cash, and flung it in front of her, the bills flying across the sidewalk. A few interested onlookers

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

disoriented and defenseless.

powerful punch landed squarely on the old