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Finally, with courage, i turned in his direction and his narrowed gaze and hardened Jaw found mine. Malcolm was the fourth man that wasn’t on the list. Why was he in Omni-corp?

This was the part where I had to play the ambitious son. He leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing. “You’ve done enough handling.” “I’ve been running the front for years,” I said, trying to hold my temper. “I’ve made this family a fortune without problems. Those bastards know what I’m capable of. They don’t fuck with me.” Malcolm sighed, the sound slow and practiced. "I know your value to the firm, Caleb. But you are out of the human trafficking business. Completely. I don’t want the last time mistakes repeating themselves."

Julian suddenly smiled and said, "Fredrick, you haven't been full, right? I'm not full either. Let's continue eating." Fredrick nodded and gave a smile. He was indeed not full. The two toasted and continued to eat! Malcolm left the restaurant in a daze. After he left, he ran along the road. He ignored everyone's gazes and desperately ran on the sidewalk. Sadness took his breath away. Malcolm kept running. When he stopped, he was so tired that he was gasping for breath. He bent over and closed his eyes in pain. The sweat on his forehead dripped onto the ground.

If there were any news, Blake would have mentioned it by now. … It was now past 5:00 pm. Malcolm pushed open the door to the president's office at Windmere Group. He walked in briskly, hastily reporting, "Mr. Ford, we have some leads on the situation in Merania." Blake was busy with his work. Upon hearing Malcolm's words, he looked up and asked, "What did you find out? Who was behind it?" "Mr. Ford, it was Calvert Fowler, the son of Maeve Fowler."

＜ Carrick replied to me before he bid me goodbye. "Michael," I snap out of my thoughts when I suddenly heard my mate's soft voice calling my name. I was so occupied talking with Carrick–my pack tracker, that I almost forgot that I'm with my mate. Until now, the intense rage that I feel for her stepfather has not abated.

"I did. And I still can’t wrap my head around this. You know, when I was young, I thought taking over the family business would be just me dressing in fancy suits and making phone calls. Apparently not. And I’m glad that’s no longer my dream. This thing is exhausting." And Zack seems to find that entertaining because he laughs. When I lift my head to glare at him, the sound immediately ceases, and he shifts in his chair as he caresses his throat. "Sorry. It’s because you’re still learning about it. Once you get used to it, you will enjoy it better." "Well, here’s to never getting used to it," I mumble under my breath before tipping my chin to the file on his end. "What’s that?" He drills his

Malik states. He picks me up off the floor and hugs me. I am not sure how we will fake these results because we have to. For this to work, we need it to prove that Kaden is the father. Of course, Malik is the father, and we both know that. He sits me back on the couch and tells me to stay here until he returns. I roll my eyes, but I don’t move. He sits down by me as I lean into him. This whole week has been shitty. One bad thing after another has happened. “How did he get a court-appointed paternity test delivered to me so quick? Shit like that takes time.” I ask.

It was the confirmation enzo needed, if only to ensure he didn’t put the wrong man’s daughter through the wringer. “Software development,” she said, just like he knew she would. “But he’s retired, now. He tried to start his own company way back when, but it didn’t work out.” Goddamn right it didn’t work out. “He’s done mostly consulting work ever since. Maybe you’ve heard of him? Aron Rumero.”

I started explaining the many issues with the department’s outdated operating system—how the lag was affecting workflow, how security vulnerabilities were putting sensitive data at risk, and how the system desperately needed an update before something disastrous happened. He listened silently, his eyes sharp, before finally nodding and pulling open a drawer. “Tell Jason to meet me by 4 p.m. sharp. I’ll hand him the funds for it.” I exhaled. “Thank you, Mr. Malcom.” Turning on my heel, I was almost out of the office when his voice sliced through the air. “Wait.” I turned back slowly. “Yes, Mr. Malcom?” His gaze pinned me down, his expression unreadable. Then, casually, he said, “I like Creed

Unlike Adrian’s quiet menace, there was something in his piercing gaze that sent a chill down Leila’s spine. Adrian’s jaw tightened. “Malcolm.” Leila barely stopped herself from reacting. Malcolm Gray. Adrian’s former mentor and a formidable businessman, he heads Gray Enterprises, a company known for its ruthless dealings and strategic maneuvering. He played a significant role in forming Adrian into the calculating, composed figure he is today— and always several steps ahead. However, their relationship is complicated. Malcolm is neither a friend nor a foe, He operates in a moral gray zone, pursuing his interests, even if it means betraying those close to him.