Chapter 343 Ch Three Hundred And Forty Three

• The black Maybach drove down the long, private road that led to the hangar that late evening, hours before the day of the will reading. Inside, Malcolm sat back against the leather seat, his tailored white crisp shirt and blue trouser pressed to perfection, as the faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air.
• His fingers toyed idly with his gold cufflinks as he smiled at his phone with an unguarded, foolish grin, while watching a video Zoe had sent to him, of her driving on her way to her mum's while scolding him that he was the reason why she hadn't gone the previous night and allowing Jasmine to be worried.
• He gazed with intent, totally mesmerized by the way she laughed in the video in a way that made his heart stutter, and how she looked while gesturing cutely and rolling her eyes. Every detail of her was gorgeous.