Chapter 292 Ch Two Hundred And Ninety Two

• “Help your grandson? As in Malcolm?” Zoe’s eyes widened even more because all that Mac Meyer was saying, felt like something out of her imagination. That he would ever sit before her, asking her of all people, to help Malcolm.
• ‘Why would Malcolm even need her help? Like what would he need her help for?’ The absurdity of the old man’s request made various interjecting thoughts race skeptically through Zoe’s mind.
• “Yes,” his tone was firm and decisive, “I have pulled out my shares from his company, and left him solely on his own,” he told her, “Cut him off.”