The Fake Son Is A Billionaire Young Master by Morningale

Chapter 81 I think he's your stepson Even David was surprised. He only i brought Jeff to escape his brother's insults and his brother isn't very happy that he brought Jeff to Malfoy's Group database.

He somehow felt proud seeing the shocked look on their faces.

Gary who was also talking earlier couldn't even say a word. He saw how Jeff's hand moved tirelessly on the computer. He doesn't look like he was new to this at all.

Even so, Gary didn't believe Jeff could track the goods in five hours. He himself was a pro, someone who had been into this kind of job for years, and not only him, but his other team members too, they were all experts in the field.

Despite so, they couldn't even locate the goods after twenty-four hours had passed.

Soon, thirty minutes passed and Jeff was still doing his thing, his eyes not moving from his computer. His side profile revealed his handsfeatures and his indifference gave the room a cool feeling.

Gary felt like the boy looked familiar.

It was quite impossible not to notice his aura.

Even though he was a small boy, Gary noticed the boy's air of indifference. He didn't expect a scrawny boy of about nineteen or eighteen to have that kind of aura.

"Are you sure you know what you are doing?" Gary finally asked after an hour passed. His eyes blinked rapidly as if he was hesitating to say something.

"If I don't know what I'm doing, would Isit here for over an hour" Jeff answered, not shifting his gaze from the computer. Even though his sentence was supposed to sound rude, Gary felt scoolness.

If the boy found the goods in five hours as he said, he might really bow down to him.

"I think I found it" Jeff's voice shot through the quiet room. Everyone rushed to him to find out if he was lying or not.

Didn't he say five hours? Is it even impossible to track the goods in five hours? What was funnier was that two hours hadn't even passed yet and the boy already found the goods! "What, impossible!" Gary's eyes broadened, his voice laced with uncertainty. "Did you really find it? Is it true?" "Five, four, three, two, one..." They all watch Jeff counting the numbers in descending order, his voice carrying a hint of indifference like he doesn't care what they think.

"Swillevin" Jeff uttered. "The goods are located at Swillevin, the Vin ship port in their capital country." Everyone's wide eyes grew in large circles after hearing the boy's words.

Gary gaped at Jeff, uncertain to breathe or scream.

In just an hour, the boy managed to track the goods while he and his team whom he referred to as experts couldn't track the goods after twenty-four hours passed.

If he is an expert, what would he call a nineteen-year-old boy who broke his record? "Are you sure?" Gary asked, his face growing ashen.

"I didn't sound like I was joking, did I?" Jeff answered and closed his computer without any words.

"Jeff" David called, gratefulness shining in his eyes. "Thank you so much. Thank you, I really appreciate it "n "No problem" Jeff smiled.

The other team members have not yet recovered from the shock. How could the boy track something they've all- been working on for hours and he didn't unfazed him a little bit even though he had been looked down on by them? Sadmired him while smembers thought he was arrogant.

Even if he managed to track the goods in an hour, it doesn't mean he is an expert like them.

Gary, seeing that Jeff was about to leave with David, hesitated for a minute before he called him. "Hey, Kid.

I mean Jeff." Jeff turned around without hesitation, his eyes staring coldly at Gary. Gary wouldn't admit it but he felt a shiver run down his spine while receiving the stare.

Who was this boy really? [ "You are too good, since when did you start training? I mean when did you learn this?" Garry asked, trying to hide his nervousness. But he couldn't even meet the boy's gaze.

"Nine or ten years ago" Jeff answered and Gary exchanged hurried glances with his team members.

Is he joking? He started training ten or nine years ago. Does that mean he was nine or ten when he knew about computers? "Are you joking?" "No, when I was twelve. I could track kinds of stuff like this" Jeff replied casually, adding to their shock.

If he started training ten or nine years ago, doesn't it mean he was their senior in this field? "So, apparently, I'm your senior in this field. You are my senior in age" Jeff smiled and faced his Uncle. "Let's go uncle." Gary felt his legs weakened and a dark cloud looming over him. He had been in this field for eight years and this boy already knew computers since the age of ten or nine.

He didn't want to admit it but the young boy was really his Senior!! "Mrs. Malfoy" Amelia called Alina whose eyes were fixed on her phone's screen. "The amount of goods they lost is quite large. It might really affect the Malfoy Family." Arlina looked up from her phone, a small smile appearing on her lips.

"Does that mean the Malfoy Family will go bankrupt if they don't find the goods?" "Not bankrupt but it will definitely affect them" Arlina om answered. "And gox words that they are unable to track the goods. This must be really serious." Arlina scoffed and put her phone on her desk. "The Trinder's birthday banquet is tomorrow, right?" Amelia nodded. "I've gotten your outfit ready." "I can't wait to see the looks on their faces when Master Cleo finally decides to help us" Arlina smiled proudly. "The

Malfoy will definitely want to ask for help, especially Duane. I will give them the taste of their medicine. They all failed to know who they were messing with." Just at that moment, Amelia's phone rang. She brought the phone to her ear and answered the caller. After the call, her gaze landed on Arlina who was also curious about the call.

"Boss, My brother just called. They tracked the goods" Amelia uttered.

"What! Already! Didn't your brother say three days at most?" Arlina leaped out of her chair.

"It isn't my brother's team who tracked the goods. He said a scrawny nineteen years old boy was brought by Second Master" Amelia replied.

"According to him, the boy tracked the goods." "What? Is that even possible?!" "I think the boy is... "" Amelia paused briefly. "I think he's your stepson." X