The Fake Son Is A Billionaire Young Master

The ballroom was in disarray wher Jeff= arrived; people were muttering to one another and even Grandmother Hemsworth was unable to complete her sentence.

"What are you doing here?!" With restraint, the Old Lady spoke, her stomach clenching.

"Didn't you invite me here?" Jeff questioned with a sly smile. "Oh, T found you!" Under everyone's gaze, he approached the special table where Professor was sitting.

Brother!" Edward seeing this unfold, couldn't contain his anger. "You are disrupting Grandmother's

birthday." So Jeff stopped in his tracks and shifted his gaze to Edward. "Aren't you the one urging me to come? You kept asking me to come, even though 1 really did not want to. What can I do? 1 miss my little brother too." The air crackled with tension as Edward's jaw tightened, muscles twitching with every suppressed urge to lash out.

Unfazed, he eventually made it to the designated table and took a seat next to Professor Paul. "I'm here, Teacher." Sensing the tension, Professor Paul looked around him. "This is what you

had in mind, brat?!" Ina whisper, hd Professor Paul said.

"Is my arrival not magnificent?" Jeff winked.

Professor Paul said, "Sorry, Old Lady Hemsworth," glancing away from Jeff.

"My friend arrived somewhat late." His friend? Professor Paul's friend is Jeff? How did they know each other? What the hell is happening? A few questions went through the minds of the Hemsworth members, but none of them dared to ask them. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

He knows Professor Paul and passed the exam with full marks. Isn'the

supposed tobeavillageboy? "our friend?" With an awkward smile, Grandmother Hemsworth concealed her uneasiness.

"5 there any problem?" Professor Paul questioned.

"No... No! No problem. Your friend is welcome here" Grandmother Hemsworth replied.

The banquet brimming with excitement isn't the same as before.

The fake son is a topic of conversation among the guests.

Edward on the other side, decided not to be unfazed by the fact that Jeff knows Professor Paul. He has to put in

his best effort today to gain ProfesSor=—= Paul's trust. He can not allow that annoying jerk to spoil his day the way he was at the tournament.

With a smile on his face, Edward approached the stage. "Happy birthday, grandmother." To express my gratitude for everything you have done, 1 wrote this song for you. You are the best." As Edward's hands danced across the ivory keys, a beautiful melody filled the air. The room was hushed, captivated by the enchanting music that flowed effortlessly from his fingertips.

Every tone and sentimental glint struck a deep chord in the hearts of all

who heard them.

Without a doubt, he was too good, so good that Professor Paul found himself seduced.

still, he was unable to deny the sensation that he recognized the song Edward was playing.

Jeff, meanwhile, remains composedly observing. Paul glanced at him, unable to decipher what the strange boy was thinking.

As Edward finished the last part, the guests stood up, applauding his talent.

Upon seeing the guests’ joyful expressions, Grandmother Hemsworth

experienced a wave of relief. Her hd cherished grandson has succeeded in turning things around.

Jeff, though, has other ideas.

"Edward," Jeff called just as Edward was ready to walk off stage.

Edward came to a halt, fixating his gaze on Jeff. His proud smile seemed to be reminding Jeff of his accomplishments. "What brother?" "You played the last note wrong" Jeff answered.

What?" A frown crossed Edward's face.

Jeff responded, "you played the last

note in the wrong key." — How did Jeff know that Edward was playing the song incorrectly? Of course, he was the original writer of the song and the song isn't evena birthday song.