The Fake Son Is A Billionaire Young Master by Morningale

Chapter 93

1 advised you to be careful ‘Note: Elias Bodyguard will be named-EB for the time being.

("Where did you learn how to fight like that?" EB asked Jeff whose hands were in /" his pocket.

A frown crossed Jeff's face. "Is that why you called me here? Does your boss know you are here with me?" "Just answer my d*mn question and don't beat around the bush" EB snapped.

He had a cap on his head and a mask covering half of his face.

"I'm not entitled to answer your questions, am I?" Jeff smirked. "If you have nothing more to say, I will leave." ""Go back to Arty City if you don't want to be in danger" EB suddenly said, his tone laced with indifference. "That's the best advice I can give you."

bh ey, "And who are you to offer me advice like this?" Jeff smirked. "Relay this message I to your boss. Tell him to do what I told 1 him or he will regret it if I take action." ""Can't you just leave?!" EB gritted his I teeth in anger. "You will die if you keep I being hardheaded." Before Jeff could say a word, EB turned around and left.

Jeff stood there, wondering what EB meant. EB seemed to be talking about something other than Elias when he said those things.

Given that EB was unfamiliar with Jeff and had little knowledge of him, Jeff did not give it much thought. EB was hiding his face but those pair of eyes, Jeff had not seen before.

He went back to class.

Gloria made her way to the school gate to

ad TASER I pickup Jeff.

With a warm glow from the afternoon I sun, the school grounds were bustling with students heading in all directions.

With her eyes sweeping the crowd for any indication of Jeff, Gloria leaned against "her sleek, shiny car.

Spotting him in the distance, she smiled.

to Gloria's car, he did not seem to notice all the looks he

the attention of both male and

all wondering what he was doing with a classy

leaning against a nearby tree, his eyes narrowed with contempt as

towards Jeff had only grown deeper

internal organs ached from jealousy, which also sent unsettling

a womanizer who was using his intelligence

that would explain

a sleek, black Mercedes- Benz that oozed wealth and luxury. Even if Gloria's beauty wasn't

"Thanks for picking me up." "Don't mention it. I owe you one." The vehicle started up and drove smoothly, slicing through the busy streets until it

, building.

car and the I two stepped out. — Gloria was met with a flurry of polite I bows and nods as

room, a small room tucked away from prying

with banks of monitors, their screens

approached the computer station, his fingers dancing across the keyboard as he

Jeff's nimble fingers navigated through the intricate

really surprising!" Gloria uttered the words,

Jeff looked at the screens, trying to find any footage

which had unexplainably disappeared from the I system, caught

eye, Jeff

post the video yet?" "May I ask for your reasons?" "I'm

problem. I owe you one. Thank

I once more.

' way back to the city.

she attempted to go backward but was already