Malcolm Crawford Romane & Geschichten

Malcolm Lancaster stood alone in a stark white room. No insignia. No weapons. No guards. He looked thinner than Elias remembered from archived photos. Older, too—but not tired. His eyes were sharp, lucid, and frighteningly calm. He didn’t speak. Instead, he lifted a handwritten placard into view. THEY THINK I’M STILL LOYAL He set it down. Picked up another. THEY’RE WRONG A third. THE FAMILY IS BROKEN Charlotte inhaled sharply. Malcolm looked directly into the camera now.

“Chambers Holdings. The conglomerate that collapsed in 2004 after that scandal…” “After both Montgomery Industries and Baldwin Shipping withdrew support simultaneously,” Blackwood finished for him. “Quite the coincidence, wasn’t it?” Jonathan had gone very still. “Harrison Chambers is dead,” he said flatly. “Heart attack, years ago.” “Indeed,” Blackwood agreed. “But his son Malcolm is very much alive. And extraordinarily patient.” Ethan frowned. “Malcolm Chambers? The tech investor?” “The very same,” Blackwood confirmed, sounding pleased. “He’s become quite successful in his own right. Quietly building influence while never forgetting who destroyed his father.”

Khai was far away. He was the reason I sat outside. He was out there again, avoiding me and everything. Malcolm entered the house without a worry on his face, certain no one was around to turn him away. He was dressed in hunter-green pants and a grey Jeep shirt. His hair flowed effortlessly around his face, curling slightly at the edges. He was the first to take his seat. “I can’t wait to see what you made. You were always the best cook,” he smiled.

Before they work on major projects after he takes over the group. But the person was a ghost. No matter how much he tried, there was no response, no acknowledgement, nothing. He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated and angry. "Damn it," he repeated. The door to his office creaked open, and a middle-aged man in a suit stepped inside. It was Malcolm, his most trusted associate. “Any updates?” Frederick asked, his tone sharp. Malcolm shook his head. “Not yet. I’ve got our people digging, but Mark’s clean. There’s no scandal, no skeletons in the closet. The guy’s spotless.”

Malcolm stepped forward, facing the crowd directly with unwavering confidence. His voice was clear, steady, and loud enough to cut through the lingering tension gripping the room. "Everyone," he announced, "I am Mr. Malcolm Chapman, brother of Ms. Petra Chapman." The murmurs swelled again, a tide of disbelief rising steadily through the hall. Malcolm raised a hand slightly, commanding silence without any visible effort. The room obeyed instantly. "I am here to formally inform you that all evidence regarding Jordan Group's economic crimes over the past three years has been submitted to the court through our attorney."

Malcolm shook his head, raised a palm, "No, thank you, I don't drink while working." She tilted her head. She was aware Malcolm was a lawyer. "You are here for work? What can I do for you? she sat across from him. Malcolm sat back, clasped his hands in front of him with a smile. "I'm glad you ask ... there are a few things you can help me with, actually, I received an anonymous tip that you were involved in the death of Ms. Amber Stewart," he went straight to the point and watched her face. She laughed out loud, "That person must be deranged ... Amber Stewart killed herself, she jumped out of an abandoned building."

●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● NOAH'S POV :- "Hello," a manly voice told. What the hell? Who is this man who has picked up my Angela's phone? And why is he having Angela's phone? "Who are you? And where is the owner of this phone?" I asked him. "Well I am the boss of the owner of this phone, Mr. Mike Carter. Who are you?" He asked me. My eyes widened listening his name. What the hell, Angela is working for that bastard? He is a womanizer, a man whore and my Angela, my Angela is innocent. I can't let her work with him. *******************************

I sigh, running my hand through my hair. "Can I see Grayson, please?" Malik looks stunned for a moment. "Right. Ah, he's in the Vengeance Pack right now. I'll let him know you're back." Finally, I follow Malik inside, who still is asking me relentless questions about where I've been the past five days. Honestly all I want to do is collapse my weak body into a bed, but I supplied Malik with the basics of my kidnapping. I left out details of the strange Huntsman named Cal from a Pack unknown. He told me to keep a secret, and at this time, I'm not jumping on the idea of selling him out. I mean, he's proved how good he is with a bow and arrow...

Zachary looked hardly one last time at the swinging door where the women went through before finally heading out of the diner. “That woman got a smart mouth on her,” he commented dryly. “Yeah, well she’s always been like that,” Malcolm replied patiently. “She has always been tough ever since. Her stepfather was a Navy SEAL and well, growing up and idolizing him, she followed in his footsteps after she graduated from university.” “Stepfather?” Zach questioned. “Let’s not go into that,” Malcolm answered patiently. He picked up his radio when there was a call for him, and he immediately responded back. “I need to get back to the station, man. I’ll call you once I have the recordings a while ago

Levi Malcolm Birth: 12 March 1988, England Only child. Son of David and Elizabeth Malcolm. Heir to the noble Malcolm family. The Malcolm family serves the queen. They are the "guard dogs" of the queen. Both fearless and trustworthy, no one suspects the Malcolm family for anything. Neither do they suspect the family of being their natural enemies. Till one day, the noble house has been burnt down into flames. The entire family was found dead and everyone mourned over their death. All bodies weren't retrieved and the queen had justified it was bandits' attempt to kill her starting from her "guard dogs" and therefore didn't investigate further.