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.

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

you can't fulfill, David!" Duane yelled, his eyes darting away in anger. His eyes landed on Jeff whom

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

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

up to his father's standards. It makes sense why

Duane's

well as Duane insulted

He appeared to recall his father's remarks, which only made him

the goods,"

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 answered, his voice

think he is? Just because he now has the heirloom in his possession? "can do it and I will do it" Jeff

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 to bring me

frowned his face so hard.

"Thank you."

Smartie uttered and winked at him before driving off her — bike. A "Uncle, let's

colored hair, kind of like the bad girl type. A person like that was

David brought out his keys and sprinted towards his car, motioning

minutes, the car kept going until it finally

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

logo was proudly displayed on a sign above the entrance, and Jeff could feel

directed Jeff inside

the workers, they kept

a few doors, they eventually

people, each person had their gaze fixed on a computer

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