Chapter 162 Ch One Hundred And Sixty Two

• For as long as anyone could remember, Malcolm had been a pillar of ice-cold, distant, and apathy, and everyone in the family had learned to live with the silence that followed him wherever he went.
• He had always had the perfect image of the heir to the conglomerate, his gorgeous face, sharp and handsome, always a blank mark that revealed nothing.
• He barely spoke unless it was necessary and there was no warmth or comfort in his presence, while forcing himself to suppress every emotion he had ever felt from a young age.