The Fake Son Is A Billionaire Young Master

"Can he even play? "I doubt hes capable of holding a ball." The teammate who had spoken earlier spoke up once more, his face showing concern and contempt. "We are not going to win against that haughty team at this rate." "What do you think you are doing? Why are you so rude?" Jamie interrupted, glaring at the teammate who instantly stopped talking.

‘The members’ faces were marked with worry. They were just an ordinary team that was fortunate enough to make it to the championship round, and their opponent is one of the top teams in Arty City, supported by wealthy families.

Jeff, however, was unconcerned with their looks. Without giving them a sidelong glance, he strolled by.

With a smile on his face, he picked up the ball off the ground. He strolled over to the three-point line and threw the ball from there.

Right in front of everyone, the ball went through the hoop. They stared with wide eyes, unable to believe what they saw.

They all stared in amazement as Jeff picked up the ball once more and displayed some incredible basketball skills.

"He is good, I told you," Liam boasted.

"When he plays, he tends to lose his

mind." I Drake saw that Jeff was talented when they played together. Jeff decided to play as a result.

‘The other team members were introduced to him, and they practiced until dusk fell, They were rounding up ‘when some people came into the court.

Taking a deep breath, Drake set down his bag and walked over to the group of people. "What are you doing here? You had better go if you came here to stir up trouble!" "Calm down, Drake" A young man sneered, "Why are you training so hard when the winner is so clear-cut? Do

not try too hard; we will triumph. == He laughed, and so did the others behind him.

"You are still a piece of shit, Trent" Drake scoffed. "If we win..." "Edward, is that not your former brother?" A voice interrupted abruptly, startling Jeff out of his reverie.

He looked up, and as their gazes locked with Edward's, tension began to grow.

"He's the Hemsworth's fake Son." He did appear familiar, I know that.

I thought he went to his village. Why

does he appear more attractive thaff®e when last saw him?" Jeff continued to glare at Edward with the confidence of a man not to be rifled with, unfazed by the remarks.

Jeff came to the startling realization that Edward's friends were his team's rivals.

The moment Edward saw Jeff, he became uneasy. He approached him, a. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

smirk spreading across his lips.

"Hey, bro," Edward said, trying to look confident. "I had no idea you played basketball." Jeff was not bothered by him. "Little

brother, there are a lot of things abot me that you are unaware of." "These losers were not deceived by you, were they?" Jeff let out a throaty chuckle and shifted his gaze from his teammates.

“1 suppose your pathetic friends used deception to learn how to shoot hoops.

It makes sense given their lack of skill." Edward was taken aback by his answer.

He just wants to intimidate him a little but now, he's the one being ridiculed.

"You sure have fooled Grandmother."

"Go now, little brother," Jeff smirked "We will win, and your team will Tose horribly." "How about a deal brother?" Abruptly, Edward stated. Thirty points.

"If I score thirty points, what do T get?" Jeff asked.

"If you manage to get thirty points on your own. Twill grant you a wish. If you lose, you will grant me a wish." "Deal."