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.

family in the event that we are unable to obtain the goods? Do

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

remained indifferent, his gaze locked with his Father's. He

raining thousands of abuses on him. It is quite difficult to meet someone

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

inevitable, Duane's

breathe well

Jeff's gaze. He appeared to recall his father's remarks, which only made him feel hurt

track the

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

now has the heirloom in his possession? "can do it and I will do it" Jeff replied, confidence shining in his voice. "I'm not doing

lips, chapped from exhaustion. "Please help if you can or should I bring you to our technical team?"

frowned his face so hard. He wondered how

"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

like the bad girl type. A person like

out his keys and sprinted towards

twenty minutes, the car kept going until it finally

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

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

directed Jeff inside the

kept bowing to David till they entered the

they eventually arrived at their destination a

different people, each person had their gaze fixed

was the main database of the Malfoy