The Fake Son Is A Billionaire Young Master

‘Atlas Grador' A police car carrying Doctor Tony slid through the pitch-black highway in the middle of a stormy night.

Once a respected member of the medical community, the man in handcuffs now sat hunched over in shame and despair, his hands shaking beneath the stoic police officers who flanked him.

With the media's insatiable appetite, the humiliating arrest that had occurred earlier that day had been a global spectacle.

Doctor Tony's mind raced in disarray as the police car sped forward, its headlights slicing “through the dark expanse.

His pride was pierced by a dagger of questions that gnawed at his conscience.

His humiliation was overwhelming, the scorn of the public bearing down on him like an insupportable weight.

His once impeccable reputation lay in ruins,

shattered by an impulsive act. Resentment and anger surged within him, directed at the boy who had inadvertently triggered this downfall.

As he was lost in this torrent of negative emotions, a sudden, piercing screech shattered the night's silence.

A truck, hurtling along the opposite lane, careened out of control, its massive frame aiming straight at the police car.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Doctor Tony watched in horror, unable to avert his eyes from the impending catastrophe.

The collision was apocalyptic, sending glass smashing and metal screeching in a “devastation symphony. With relentless force, the truck crashed into the police vehicle, causing it to spin out of control.

The vehicle rolled and tumbled violently, before plunging off the highway and into the murky depths of the river below.

The frigid, merciless water engulfed Doctor Tony, and everything in his world went black.

Jeff's frown in the room revealed the turbulence in his sleep.

He tossed and turned, engulfed in a terrifying scene that flashed before his eyesin a nightmare.

All that was visible to him was a frightening ring of fire, surrounded by nothing more than an abyss of darkness. The scene that opened was one of utter desolation.

His desperate search for a familiar face in the stifling darkness was accompanied by an oppressive sense of isolation. However, his quest was in vain, leaving him completely “alone and overcome with a terrifying feeling of dread.

His nightmare was interrupted abruptly by a flurry of sounds that startled him and broke the eerie silence.

The harsh ringing of his cell phone jolted him awake, his heart pounding erratically in his chest.

Blinking away the remnants of sleep, he fumbled for the device, his hand trembling as he pressed it against his ear.

"Hello?" he croaked into the receiver, his voice still thick with sleep.

A terrifying piece of news was communicated by an urgent-sounding voice on the other end.

"Jeff, I'm calling to inform you that that police car transported Doctor Tony was involved in a severe accident,” the caller said, their tone grim and foreboding.

Jeff frowned as a wave of discomfort passed through him. "What happened?" he demanded, a sinking feeling in his gut. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

"The details are still unclear, but the accident occurred on Highway 99, just not too far from the hospital. Doctor Tony and one of the police officers were pronounced dead at the scene. The two other officers are in critical condition and their chances of survival are uncertain," the caller explained.

Jeff's thoughts were jumbled as he attempted

to comprehend the seriousness of the circumstance. Maybe it was because of the nightmare, Jeff felt something, like a tickling sensation.

It was ominous.

"Who could have done this?" he muttered to himself, his voice tinged with disbelief and growing apprehension.

The caller did not say anything for a while, as if they were hesitant to respond. "The accident's cause is still under investigation, but it seems to have been intentional. There were skid marks on the road, indicating that the driver of the other vehicle may have intentionally I caused the collision," they eventually said, their voice somber and laced with concern.

Jeff's scowl got bigger when he realized something unsettling.

Someone was behind this, someone who wanted to silence Doctor Tony and prevent him from revealing the secrets that he had uncovered.

With that, Jeff hung up.

With his head spinning from the series of events, he reclined on his bed and gazed vacantly at the ceiling.

Who was orchestrating this elaborate charade? What was their ultimate goal? As Liam neared Billy's room, his footsteps resounded through the hospital hallway. His eyes lingered for a second before he finally pushed the door open, glancing at Jeff, who was deep in concentration on his phone.

Liam said, "Hey bro," in a worried-sounding voice.

- Jeff looked up, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"Liam, what's up?" Liam turned to look at Billy, who was lying very still on the hospital bed with his leg in a cast." How's he doing?" Asking in a voice hardly audible above a whisper, Liam "He's still out cold," Jeff replied, his expression a little indifferent. "He has to rest for a few

more days, according to the doctor, before they can release him." Liam nodded, worry weighing heavily in his heart. Since the accident, he had been by Billy's side, and he could not bear to see his friend like this.

With a sincere tone, Liam uttered, "I really hope he gets better soon." Seated next to Jeff, Liam surveyed the space with his eyes. "What are you up to?" he asked, curiosity piqued.

"Looking through every post from followers who mentioned me," Jeff retorted, his fingers moving quickly through the never-ending thread of remarks. "So many people are happy “that I was cleared of all charges." Jeff gave off a sarcastic vibe. When he came to watch Billy after class, he made the decision to check his account, which he had not done since the incident.

It has been three days since the passing of Doctor Tony but the investigation was still stagnant cause the driver who drove the truck

also committed suicide.

The case was bound to be closed but the police are waiting for Billy to wake up because he is the only person who can shed light.

Liam scoffed, his tone becoming slightly resentful. "Netizens are so annoying," he grumbled. "They're all over you now that you're innocent, but where were they when you were being framed?" I Just then, a video ad suddenly popped up on Jeff's phone, interrupting their conversation.

Jeff's brows wrinkled in focused I concentration as his eyes grew wide as he gazed at the screen. I "Look at this," Jeff said, a hint of recognition “flickering in his eyes. "Do you think the person in this video looks like me?" I With his eyes sweeping over the footage, Liam inclined closer. The footage was grainy and pixelated, but there was a certain resemblance to Jeff.

"I don't know," Liam replied, his voice hesitant.

"It's not that clear, but there's definitely

something there." "I saw him here some days ago in this hospital " Jeff answered.

"The person in the video is called 'Atlas Grador.

"He's a famous actor in Swillevin." "Atlas Grador?" Jeff repeated.

Billy nodded while keeping his eyes on the I video.

At that moment, Billy stirred on the bed, his I eyelids fluttering open. He groaned softly, his voice hoarse and weak.

"Did you just say Atlas Grador?" Billy asked, his brow furrowed, his eyes struggling to focus.

Liam and Jeff exchanged glances before landing their gaze on Billy.