Revenge Of The Richest Ex-Husband

A Date With Susan

Roger had never been so unperturbed in his life; often than not he would stand up and peep through the window to see if Susan was forth coming. He had been at the café for more than an hour now, waiting for Susan to honor the date.

After he dated Stella, he seemed to have lost his skills as a playboy. He needed to culture a typical skill to woo the daughter of the richest man in Antipolo. He never for once considered Susan’s disability. To hell with that.

All he needed was the money; the Swan’s multibillion dollars investment; he wanted to be the heir and nothing was going to stop her; he wasn’t too sure if other classic solid men had shot their advances.

God willing he could be the only admirer who would win the heart of Susan and become the heir.

While he sat quietly to his chilled whisky sour, his thought was interrupted when the screeching of tyres sounded somewhere outside. He tilted his neck and perceived his date had arrived.

She came in a convoy of Lamborghini Urus, Lamborghini