Chapter 287 Ch Two Hundred And Eighty Seven

• Driving softly and calmly through the highway of the city in the early hours of the morning, Malcolm's mind continued to drift at the deepest part of the sea of his thoughts, which was threatening to drown him. The ones he wanted to never think about anymore, but haunted his head relentlessly since the day before.
• He remembered how everyone had stepped out of the meeting room with regret after tides had turned against them, with each person planning in their hearts how to beg, pull out, or run because they knew he would be out to draw blood for their cheap betrayal. The new dual class system Justine suggested during the meeting ruined everything for them the more.
• However, that wasn't even the most eroding issue that overwhelmed his heart with sadness and anger at the same time. It was the suffocating, unbelievable moment when he had to stand before his mother after the meeting had ended. The moment everyone had left, leaving just the two of them.