The Disolate Scion

He's easier to figure out

"Juelz, what's all the commotion about?" Samantha Elliott stood up, "You should head back to your room."

Juelz went downstairs for a drink and then returned upstairs. Before entering his room, he overheard a comment from below, "Your elder son has changed quite a bit. At first glance, I mistook him for your second son."

Could they really be so clueless as to mistake him for Zak? Irritated, Juelz entered his room and forcefully slammed the door.

"How is that possible? I've already told you, my second son isn't here," Samantha Elliott couldn't conceal her growing annoyance. She tightened her grip on her phone and changed the conversation, "I heard there's a new restaurant in the city center with excellent food. How about we give it a try?"

Sensing her intention, the other wives refrained from commenting and followed her outside. Only Mrs. Stout cast a thoughtful glance toward the maid's room.

"That's where our maid stays," Samantha Elliott introduced, grabbing Mrs. Stout and pulling