Chapter 82

School had just ended for Zachary, and the driver was later than usual.

Malcolm was chattering beside him. "Do you always get picked up by your driver?"

"What's the alternative?" Zachary was exasperated.

Malcolm looked proud. "The elders in my family are the ones who pick me up every day."

"Great-grandpa says that he wants me to feel the love of the entire family." He lowered his voice mysteriously. "Do you know who's picking me up today?"

"Who?" Zachary wasn't interested, but he asked anyway. If he didn't, he knew that he'd never hear the end of it.

"Grandma Shannon," Malcolm said triumphantly.

Zachary did not know what he was so happy about. Shannon wasn't even his real grandmother. As he was pondering the matter, Shannon's car pulled up.

It was a high-profile presidential limousine, and Shannon was dressed to the nines in high heels and a bodycon dress. Although she was over 50, she still maintained her looks, and her every action exuded charm.

"Grandma Shannon!" M