The Fake Son Is A Billionaire Young Master

Saved an Old Man "I was really lost for words when I got there" Elias, his eyes full of rage, slammed his hand against the table. "I was expecting to have dinner with Professor Sean alone, but to my surprise, he invited Jeff and a bunch of idiots." "It seems like Professor Paul really likes Jeff," Shane remarked. "He already introduced him to his favorite students." "Is that what I'm talking about?" Elias rolled his eyes. "Seems like Professor Sean forgot that I was a member of the Malfoy family." A scoff escaped his lips.

Elias accepted Professor Sean's invitation to a meal, but hedid not |

anticipate eating with Jeff and his fellow classmates.

He was filled with deep sadness and rage upon learning that Jeff had passed the Admission test with perfect scores.

A boy even achieved the exact same point that he did two years prior.

Elias really thought Professor Sean was going to say something else.

"Don't use your family just..." "Shane, you seem to be speaking more erratically lately. You know what I can do when I'm pissed off!" He stood up from his seat ready to dash away, his voice thick with indinuation. "Watch your tongue and we will have no problem." As Jeff left, Shane stared at his back, the air crackling with tension as his

jaw tightened. "Arrogant Jerk" he muttered furiously under his breath.

As the red sports car sped through the winding road, the wind whipped through Jeff's hair, while Chris skillfully maneuvered the sleek vehicle.

"I told you not to bring this car," Jeff said, dipping his hand into his bag. He produced a nose cover and used it gingerly.

"T just had to" Chris chuckled. "Don't you see the surprised look on your friends' faces?" "They are not my friends" Jeff answered seriously. The only reason they were reaching out to him was that

he passed both the college entrance exam and the admission test with full marks. _ "I informed Old Master Malfoy that you would be studying under Professor Sean," Chris uttered. "He wanted to see you. Young Master, you have not been to the Malfoy Mansion since you came here." Jeff casually brushed it off, he didn't want to talk about it. After his most recent meal with the entire family member, he truly did not feel like a Malfoy. His Father didn't seem too pleased to see him and everyone else thought he would stain the Malfoy Family.

He was astounded to learn that his mother and Duane were engaged —this was not just a boyfriend-girlfriend

arrangement! How come his mother had hidden him { among the Hemsworths? Something just doesn't feel right.

As the car rounded a bend, Chris noticed a small crowd forming up ahead.

"Is there an accident?" Chris furrowed his brows, his foot easing off the accelerator and he brought the car to a halt.

"Christian" Jeff called through the mask.

Gazing at the scene, Chris remarked, "1 think some old man collapsed on the road." Jeff, hearing this suddenly looked up and a sigh escaped his lips.

"I'm coming, let me check it out" Leaping out of the car, Jeff jogged towards the scene, his senses sharpened. It didn't take long for him to spot a cluster of worried individuals surrounding something in the middle of the road.

Pushing through the crowd, Jeff finally saw the reason for the commotion.

An old man lay on his back, motionless, his face ashen and his eyes shut tight. The onlookers whispered in hushed tones, unsure of what to do.

Without hesitation, James knelt down beside the old man, placing a gentle hand on his forehead. He felt the frailty of the man's body and the warmth of his feverish skin. Concern etched deep lines on Jeff's' face as he realized the

urgency of the situation.

"Someone call an ambulance!" he ) shouted, his voice cutting through the tense silence like a knife.

Jeff suddenly dashed towards his car to get his bag. "Young Master Jeff! Is everything alright?" Chris asked, seeing Jeff's hurriedness.

"The Old Man could pass away before the ambulance comes," Jeff muttered while rummaging through his bag. He brought out a silver acupuncture needle. "I will be back ina minute." When Jeff returned to the scene, a young woman was sobbing uncontrollably next to the Old Man.

"I think they are related" A woman

whispered. "It might take long for the ambulance to arrive. A building collapsed today and many people got injured. It's hectic!" "Hello," Jeff said hurriedly, bending down to reexamine the Old Man. "Are you his relative?" The young woman raised her head sharply, her eyes full of tears.

"Yes, are you a doctor?" The woman sniffed.

All that Jeff did was flash the silver acupuncture needle without responding. He pulled the old man's hand, rubbing it a few times.

"What do you think you are doing?" The young woman yelled. "If you are not a doctor, you better don't do anything that is not funny!"

While continuing to massage the Old Man's fingers, Jeff uttered the words, "The Old Man will die before the ambulance arrives if I do not do something now." ""And what are you going to do with this needle? Who the hell uses acupuncture needles nowadays" Someone said from the crowd.

Somebody else remarked, "Traditional medicine is dying and being replaced by modern medicine." "And this person looks young. He's wearing a mask but youthfulness is radiating from him. I think he's just pulling a prank." "If you do not want me to touch him, I won't, but if I do not do anything, the 0ld Man will die," Jeff said coldly and indifferently. il

He isn't a saint, he isn't a bad person either.

It was his instinct that kicked in when he saw the Old Man. It wasn't because he wanted them to think he was a good person.

When Jeff saw the young lady hesitating, he did his thing, stabbing the needle into the Old Man's five fingers.

A kind of dark blood seeped out of the Old Man's fingers and the onlookers widened their eyes in shock.

The blood appeared completely different from what blood normally looks like.

Jeff stood up and faced the young woman. "He has a mental illness," he stated composedly.

"What do you mean Mental illness? My Grandfather is healthy!" The Young Woman snapped. "And what did you do to him?" Jeff said, nonchalantly, "He will be awake in a few minutes, I am leaving," realizing the woman was not interested in listening.

The young woman suddenly pulled his hand. "Where do you think you are going? What did you do to my grandfather? He isn't even moving yet after you displayed some performance?" The Young woman said, her voice degenerating into a guttural rasp.

"The Old Man isn't awake yet." "We won't let him leave. He might have done something."

Some people also voiced out, glaring suspiciously at Jeff.

A cough sounded at that very moment, bringing silence to all.

With his eyes fluttering open, the Old Man coughed once more. Jeff withdrew his hand from the Young Woman and left the area.

"Grandfather!" The young woman called. "Are you okay?" She bolted after the young doctor as soon as she saw that her grandfather was okay.

However, she was too late. The Young doctor entered a red sports car and drove off.