Chapter 173 Ch One Hundred And Seventy Three

• Malcolm sat at the study desk in his room, with his eyes fixed on the screen of the tablet that laid before him, while watching the evening news of the day with a deep sense of simmering satisfaction, and for a moment, he felt an overwhelming sense of vindication.
• He hadn't realized how badly Zoe's name had been dragged through the mud for too long until he returned to the country, and he was glad that he was able to do something about it, even if it had been too late.
• Leaning back in his leather chair, his eyes narrowed meaningfully, he contemplated his next move, as his left thumb hovered over the phone in his left hand, with a sense of restlessness filling his entirety.