The Fake Son Is A Billionaire Young Master by Morningale

Chapter 62 Or do we, Mrs Malfoy

Or do we, Mrs. Malfoy? A gasp escaped the man's lips as cold water was splashed on his face. Coming back to life, he struggled against his restraints, his breath coming out in short, panicked bursts.

His eyes, wide, frantically swept around the dimly lit room, searching for any clue as to where he was.

The room was small, suffocating, and gave off an eerie sense. The walls were a faded shade of white, peeling in some areas, revealing the bleak grey concrete underneath.

The room was small, with only one lightbulb hanging from the ceiling and its weak light creating long, ominous shadows.

It seemed as though no one had been in there for a long time because of the musty smell in the air. = The chair he found himself bound to was old and worn. The wooden structure squeaked beneath his weight, and his wrists and ankles were bit by the rope that kept him securely in place.

The man strained against his bonds, desperate to break free and escape the foreboding atmosphere that surrounded him.

His eyes fell upon a small, barred window at the far end of the room, offering a glimpse of the outside world.

"Are you done staring?!" A sharp voice jolted him out of his reverie, hearing the voice. His eyes scanned around and

landed on two fellows. A green-haired huge guy and a blue-haired girl.

A frown came to his face as his memories began to flash back to him like a match connecting fire to fire.

sixty-nine years old, a father of one and an ex-convict. The mastermind of the serial killings

Smart Control cursed

sensing Smart Control's anger. He sauntered towards Peter wiio was struggling to free

job!" Before Spooky could reply to him, Smart Control launched towards him and

I knew you wouldn't be able to keep your I emotions

Smartie, but he did want her to understand that emotions should be

Smartie is just a seventeen-year-old girl. So Spooky couldn't really

were you sent to kill? And who

that was seeping out of

since I was given the job to kill him. I truly did not

nothing I could do as I had already received payment to end his life." Spooky and Smartie exchanged a knowing look as he

intended target of the person who sent

outside to make

few rings, the caller's

target is Jeff. Should I look

"Of course."

Spooky inquired. "You should really be careful, Iwon't say more than that." Saying that Spooky hung up the call and went back to the room. He wasn't really surprised when he saw

culprit is" Smartie answered. "I can't believe I'm going to kidnap someone I was crushing on. Anyway, sinners can't go scot-free." "What about you?" "I will be punished when it's time" Smartie

preparing

with any feedback. Despiic his lingering physical pain, Jeff believed that