In the dead of night at Terrance' Mansion.
Malcolm kept a regular schedule of work and rest. It was his secret formula to maintain his energy and momentum, especially during the early days of the black-market alliance. A slew of unexpected events and situations had taken place, yet Malcolm was able to systematically solve each of them without showing any sign of fatigue. Even in his forties, his body behaved as if he was a twenty-year-old.
At this hour, he would usually be already in bed. Tonight, however, he decided to remain in his study, which was a rarity.
Malcolm plucked a book from the shelf and flipped through its pages.
The maids in the hallway hardly dared to breathe, knowing that Malcolm's mood was usually foul at this hour.
