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 Charity banquet"

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

point," Grace said. "I know this might come as a shock but I really need

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

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

a pungent odor that followed him like

street, a

her focus solely on her phone

she had no idea that a man was waiting for

front of her. "What do you think you are doing?! Are you insane?!" "What a beauty" The man used his hand to trace

With a look of desperation mixed with greed,

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

trembled and attempted to push the old man away, but her futile efforts resulted in a sharp slap across her cheek again.

disoriented and defenseless.

powerful punch landed squarely on the old man's face, causing