The Fake Son Is A Billionaire Young Master

The boy you are fighting is this next successor

The atmosphere in the grand auditorium was electric with anticipation as the departments of Traditional Medicine and Modern Medicine got ready to compete in the interdepartmental quiz's final round.

With everyone still buzzing from their great performance the day before, the hall erupted in cheers as Jeff and his colleagues from the Traditional Medicine department walked in.

Less than a minute later, the sounds of quiet footsteps filled the hall as the Modern Medicine department, under the direction of the bright Dr. Sean, arrived.

Dr. Sean's sharp eyes swept over the room, grazing Jeff's for a moment before continuing on.

There was an obvious sense of tension in the air as the participants got comfortable.

Seated at the front of the hall, the judges scrutinized the competitors, their expressions devoid of meaning.

Aliyah saw Jeff's among them, giving him a subdued wink. Jeff glanced away quickly, bringing his attention back to the work at hand.

There was a loud commotion coming f