The Fake Son Is A Billionaire Young Master by Morningale

Chapter 80

Just give me five hours "Young Master Jeff" Chris furrowed = his brows. "Can you help? Can you help us track it?" "I need my computer first" Jeff answered. "Or wait, let me ask Smartie and Spooky to get it for me." "Ahh! Your new friends?" Chris questioned, his tone showing a tinge of curiosity.

That being said, Jeff took out his phone and called Smartie.

Soon after, Duane stormed outside, simmering rage burning in his eyes.

David felt a chill go down his spine when he saw his brother's enraged expression. He knew all too well the 1/12

wrath that awaited him. I "You are so utterly incompetent, David!" With a thunderous voice, ged Duane yelled across the yard. "You want me to put you in charge of things, but look at you! You are incapable of even doing the easiest jobs!" David tried to speak, but his voice caught in his throat, leaving him stammering, ""I-1'm sorry, brother. I had no intention of stirring up trouble." S Duane's rage grew even more intense.

"Sorry? Sorry won't fix the mess you've made, you fool!" he spat, his every word laced with venom.

He hurled a torrent of abuse at David, his words piercing the atmosphere with acrid contempt.

David's eyes dropped to the floor, his face flushed with shame from the weight of his brother's scathing remarks.

He was aware that trying to defend himself would only make Duane even more enraged. Instead, he chose the safer path of silence.

Duane's relentless criticism pierced David's heart, like a thousand tiny daggers. He had been accountable for the stolen goods, and he had not, adequately secured them during their previous job's chaos.

He was overcome with guilt as a result of the realization, which made him feel heavy-headed.

With his body quivering from Duane's intense stare, David's head hung low.

He longed to make things right, to prove his worth to his brother, but the words remained lodged in his throat; swallowed by fear and regret.

"That's why I don't like putting you in charge of things" Duane continued.

you aware of the potential losses to our family in the event that we are unable to obtain the goods? Do you know? Oh

make sure..." "Don't fucking make promises you can't fulfill, David!" Duane yelled, his eyes darting away in anger. His eyes landed

his gaze locked with his Father's. He

despite Duane raining thousands of abuses on him. It is quite difficult to meet someone with such a

not live up to his father's standards. It makes sense why David

Duane's remarks

couldn't breathe well as Duane

looking at?" Duane spat out, seeing Jeff's gaze. He appeared to recall his father's remarks, which only made

track the goods,"

with his full body. "Do you think we are joking here, Kid? I don't have time for your jokes!" "Do I look like I'm joking? I

track the goods. Duane questioned, "What gives you that confidence?" incredulously. Who does the kid think he is? Just because he now has the heirloom in his possession? "can do it and I will do it" Jeff

are you sure you can track the goods? Are you really sure?" David looked tired, his eyes, bloodshot from not sleeping and his lips, chapped from exhaustion. "Please help if you can or should I bring you to our technical

so hard.

"Thank you."

ring me up if you need me, I will be there for you" Smartie uttered and winked at him before driving off her — bike. A "Uncle, let's go" Jeff uttered, turning to face David

kind of like the bad girl type. A person like

keys and sprinted towards his car,

minutes, the car kept going

a big building in front of him, it was the Malfoy Group Headquarters. = The structure was a towering representation of strength and

exterior. The Malfoy Group logo was proudly displayed on a sign above the entrance, and Jeff could feel the vibrant energy

Jeff inside the

they passed by the workers, they kept

they eventually arrived at their destination a few

this room were different people, each person had their gaze fixed

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