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.

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

David!" Duane yelled, his eyes darting away in anger. His eyes landed

gaze locked

thousands of abuses on him.

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

mistakes were inevitable, Duane's remarks

Chris couldn't breathe well as Duane insulted

spat out, seeing Jeff's gaze. He appeared to

help you track the goods," Jeff said

think we are joking here, Kid? I don't have time for your jokes!" "Do I look like I'm joking? I will never make jokes with you in between" Jeff

has the heirloom in his possession? "can do it and I will do it" Jeff replied, confidence shining in his voice. "I'm

seriousness quickly rushed to him. "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 team?" "You will have to bring me there but I asked someone

seeing Smartie's face frowned his face so hard.

"Thank you."

Smartie uttered and winked at him before driving off her — bike. A "Uncle, let's go" Jeff uttered, turning to face David who

tattoos, was dressed rough, and had colored hair, kind of like the bad girl type. A person like that was

his keys and sprinted towards his car, motioning for Jeff

twenty minutes, the car kept going until it finally reached its

down, he saw a big building in front of him, it was the Malfoy Group Headquarters.

reflected in its sleek glass exterior. The Malfoy Group logo was proudly displayed on a sign above the entrance, and Jeff could feel

Jeff inside the

by the workers, they kept bowing to David till they entered the

through a few doors, they eventually arrived

each person had their gaze fixed

was the main database