The Fake Son Is A Billionaire Young Master

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Tension hung over the family members gathered in the Malfoy Mansion, swirling around them like a dense fog. Seated at the head of the table, Old Master Malfoy's severe expression revealed little about his inner thoughts.

His furrowed brow drew worry lines. It appeared as though he had aged slightly in a brief amount of time.

Sanya, on the other hand, had more fatigue as seen by her wrinkled face and dark circles under her eyes. It appeared as though the refined woman had vanished. Her beauty differs from what was know.

David was standing by her side, offering her support through the recent events and acting as a silent shield for his wife.

Arlina sat at the far end of the table, a physical distance between her and her husband, Duane. She was cold and untouchable.

Although his invitation to this meeting had brought them together, it appeared to deepen rather than to heal the Family. Duane tried to be polite, but his words were drowned out by the reverberations of old grudges.

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