The Fake Son Is A Billionaire Young Master by Morningale

Chapter 89 You seem so confident Jeff gaped at himself in the video, his expression unreadable. He searched for Edward in the class but he didn't see him.

At that moment, Jude walked into the classroom with a sly smile on his face.

He walked towards Jeff's seat, trying to irk him but he was actually at Jeff's indifference.

Jeff reached into his bag and brought out his books. His gaze landed on Billy who was still shocked.

"Are you not sitting?" He questioned with nonchalance.

"I'm still standing in front of you" Jude interrupted, his underlings smiling wickedly behind him.

WY TOURS "Did you pull this shit off?" Jeff asked, alow chuckle escaping his lips. "Don't regret it later." "Are you threateningnow?" Jude's eyes glowed with rage as he slammed his hand against Jeff's table. "You are just another unfortunate bully who cdangerously close to going to jail." "It seems like the source of the information you were given did not present accurate information," said Jeff. "Just go when I'm being nice." "What if I refuse?" Jude replied, leaning in closer to him. He tugged Jeff's collar, a cunning smile spreading across his mouth. "How are you going to handle it if I refuse to leave?" Jeff dropped his pen that he was using to scribble something, closed his book, LJ) +15 BONUS and stood up from his seat.

He said in a low voice, "Follow me," as he made his way to the exit.

Jude was irritated, but even more so by Jeff's arrogance, so he trailed behind him and asked his subordinates to h on.

Even if they end up fighting, Jeff couldn't beat him. He was a fighter while Jeff is an unlucky bastard.

Jeff grabbed Jude's collar and gave him a forceful blow to the face as they turned a corner.

Though Jude was not new to this kind of thing, he was surprised by the sudden attack. He broke free of Jeff's hold and cat him with a furry blow that Jeff expertly sidestepped.

Jude was struck in the face by another A Ahad died 4 blow, and blood began to flow from his mouth.

"Is that what you can do?" Jeff said, his breathing low. "I thought you could do better than this. I've overestimated you too much." "You scumbag. Wait till they find out.

You are dead meat!" "Who will find out? No one will believe linjure you" Jeff answered, chuckling as he leaned against the wall. "Or are you going to admit that I defeated you? A black belt owner?" Jude's face turned grim, his expression unreadable. Jeff bent down and took his chin in his hand. "I really have the urge to ruin your face but I didn't have the chance to." "You tookby surprise. Don't think you've won, you asshole!!" Jude barked.

"Jude, I am warning you," Jeff muttered gravely as he stood up.

"Don't overstep your boundaries." He was about to leave when he stopped in his tracks. "And tell whoever gave you information to be careful. I could possibly ruin his face next." Without giving anyone a sidelong glance, Jeff returned to the classroom.

With his eyes fixed on Jeff, Billy was seated adjacent to his seat.

Without turning to face Billy, Jeff took his seat, opened his book, and sat.

"I've helped take down the video," Billy said, not meeting Jeff's gaze.

"It is not true" Jeff uttered.

"Really?" Billy raised his head, his eyes gleaming. "They are lying, right? It's not true." E "Do I look like someone who would bully someone?" Jeff smirked.

"No... But what about the video?" "The other guy was the bully, I was punishing him." Billy had another impression of Jeff after that. With his indifference and heroic personality, Billy didn't know when he also began to talk.

"You know, I was also bullied in high school" Billy began. "It wasn't a good thing and many people didn't even intervene when I was being bullied." "Oh." "It might not mean anything to others but I had to leave my grandparents behind in our town to chere, Far away from them" Jeff uttered, blinking his eyes slowly. "But it's okay now, I'm free from them." Unsure of how to respond, he extended his hand and gave Jeff a pat on the back. "It's not good to let others bully you." Billy laughed and pulled Jeff's hand away, saying, "Just say sorry if you want to." The class started when the lecturer arrived. It was the slecturer who said Jeff's answer was incorrect, Mr.

Zach.

"I hope y'all are preparing for the medical Quiz" Mr. Zach uttered. "The Modern Medicine department has been

winning for years and I heard that first-year students are allowed to join the Quiz. Mr. Hemsworth, what do you think about the Quiz? Do you believe the department of traditional medicine would perform better? Jeff whose eyes were on his phone, lifted his eyes, his eyes fixated on Mr. Zach. Why is he displaying such overt hostility toward him? "Of course" Jeff answered.

"Why? Givesreasons." "Because I think the Traditional Medicine department is more vast e vast than Modern Medicine. Jeff said.

"Let's use your last class for example.

Traditional Medicine has a known treatment for Azyrithis known as the ice melting acupuncture method but I don't think Modern Medicine department has a specific treatment for it." "Do you know why people call you a genius?" Speaking with fiery eyes, Mr.

Zach said.

"Because I received perfect grades on both the entrance exam and the admission test," Jeff said, his expression impassive. "Has anyone ever pulled that off? Of course, people know what's true and what is not." "Mr. Hemsworth, you seem so confident in yourself." Jeff answered, "I am just letting you know that you are wrong about Azyrithis not having a treatment method." "Do you have proof?" Jeff was met with a venomous look from Mr. Zach. "As you may already be aware, traditional medicine has evolved." "You are here for Class, Mr. Zach but don't worry. I will be sure to bring proof in our next class." The rest of the class went on as usual but the students wouldn't stop talking about the exchange between Mr. Zach and Jeff.

They were all anticipating what would happen in the next class.

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