The Fake Son Is A Billionaire Young Master

Or do we, Mrs. Malfoy? A gasp escaped the man's lips as cold water was splashed on his face. Coming back to life, he struggled against his restraints, his breath coming out in short, panicked bursts.

His eyes, wide, frantically swept around the dimly lit room, searching for any clue as to where he was.

The room was small, suffocating, and gave off an eerie sense. The walls were a faded shade of white, peeling in some areas, revealing the bleak grey concrete underneath.

The room was small, with only one lightbulb hanging from the ceiling and its weak light creating long, ominous shadows.

It seemed as though no one had been in there for a long time because of the musty smell in the air. = The chair he found himself bound to was old and worn. The wooden structure squeaked beneath his weight, and his wrists and ankles were bit by the rope that kept him securely in place.

The man strained against his bonds, desperate to break free and escape the foreboding atmosphere that surrounded him.

His eyes fell upon a small, barred window at the far end of the room, offering a glimpse of the outside world.

"Are you done staring?!" A sharp voice jolted him out of his reverie, hearing the voice. His eyes scanned around and

landed on two fellows. A green-haired huge guy and a blue-haired girl.

A frown came to his face as his memories began to flash back to him like a match connecting fire to fire.

"Who are you guys? I don't think you know who I am! You better rethink before you make any hasty decision." Upon hearing his words, Smart Control burst out laughing. "Peter Walker, sixty-nine years old, a father of one and an ex-convict. The mastermind of the serial killings of young girls thirty years ago. I am curious as to why a dangerous criminal such as yourself would still be out there." "I've paid for what I did" Peter replied sarcastically. "I got punished by the law!"

"That f*cking law!!" Smart Control cursed furiously under her breath.

"Calm down smartie! We are here for one reason not to ask him about his crimes" Spooky immediately interfered sensing Smart Control's anger. He sauntered towards Peter wiio was struggling to free himself from the ropes. "Two days ago, you rammed your truck against a car, do you remember?" "Oh, that?" Peter raised his head and a terrifying smile appeared on his lips.

""Are they dead? Both of them died even though only one was meant to? I'm too good at my job!" Before Spooky could reply to him, Smart Control launched towards him and gave him a satisfying punch. "You a*ssh*le!"

"Smartie! Keep your cool! I should have just brought Slim along if I knew you wouldn't be able to keep your | emotions in check" Spooky uttered harshly.

He was not particularly upset with Smartie, but he did want her to understand that emotions should be controlled when working on important tasks.

Everyone has their stories, stories that have been buried deep but Smartie is just a seventeen-year-old girl. So Spooky couldn't really lash out at her.

"Who were you sent to kill? And who sent you?" Spooky asked, glaring at Peter.

Peter licked the blood that was seeping out of his lips. "I have kept my eyes on

him since I was given the job to kill him. I truly did not want to, as he appeared too young and had not.

experienced much more life, but there was nothing I could do as I had already received payment to end his life." Spooky and Smartie exchanged a knowing look as he said that.

Jeff was the intended target of the person who sent Peter, not Professor Paul.

Spooky went outside to make a call.

After a few rings, the caller's voice came through.

"How is it?" "The target is Jeff. Should I look into this more?" Spooky asked.

"Of course."

"When are you coming back?" Spooky inquired. "You should really be careful, Iwon't say more than that." Saying that Spooky hung up the call and went back to the room. He wasn't really surprised when he saw that Smartie had beaten Peter to a pup.

"Your temper is worst" Spooky rolled his eyes. "Did he say anything?" "He did and I think I know where the culprit is" Smartie answered. "I can't believe I'm going to kidnap someone I was crushing on. Anyway, sinners can't go scot-free." "What about you?" "I will be punished when it's time" Smartie replied and faced Peter. She walked towards him and taped his mouth. "Be good. We will be back

soon." Jeff gathered his belongings, preparing himself to leave the hospital.

Spooky and Smart Control hadn't responded with any feedback. Despiic his lingering physical pain, Jeff believed that he could manage on his own.

Just as he was about to step out of the hospital room, the door swung open, and in walked Arlina.

Her face contorted with annoyance, and Jeff couldn't help but look surprised at the sight of her.

Only Old Master Malfoy and Duane visited him after the accident and he didn't expect Arlina at all.

However, Arlina didn't look like she was here to comfort Jeff as her appearance was filled with arrogance.

He had always found her arrogance insufferable, but he never expected her next words to shock him to his cu...

"I knew you were up to something when you suddenly showed up," Arlina spat, her voice dripping with disdain.

"You think I won't know of your evil deeds. Where's the person you kidnapped?" Jeff's eyes widened in disbelief as he glared at her strangely.

"Kidnapped?" Jeff frowned, his voice laced with confusion. "What in the world are you talking about? You came here to ask me if I kidnapped someone?

| We don't even know each other. Or do we, Mrs. Malfoy?" Arlina crossed her arms defiantly, narrowing her eyes at Jeff. "Don't play innocent with me. I've heard everything you've done to the Scavo family. You may have fooled then, bud A I'won't let you get away with this. I won't allow you to bring shame to the Malfoy family."