Revenge Of The Richest Ex-Husband

Chosen Heir: Becoming The Richest Tycoon

When he arrived at the municipal post office complex he was already gasping for breath and sweating like a pig.

His wife that used to assist him with transport fare had divorced him and life seemed to be throwing at him now.

About drifting to the dress room to change into his uniform and resume cleaning, his boss’s beaming voice caught him. “Jamole! You are late again. You rotten maggot!” he cursed.

 Dean Bur was his boss, a tall, strong featured man who humiliated him at any slightest chance.

“What do you have to say about this Jamole?” he pointed around the dirty complex, “The whole place is messed up over the weekend. I expected you to resume on time and clean up before customers would start coming.” He was almost raising his voice. “I need explanations, fool.”

Jamole raised his gaze and raised a pitiable, sullen brow. “Apologies, boss. I shouldn’t have come late. It …it,” he stuttered, “It is just that I have unsolved problems with my wife, who deprived me my transport fare that is the reason I am late.”

Dean Bur winked to a sort, and yelled at him, “I don’t know why poor people always have excuse. I believe that is the reason you are poor. I think you don’t deserve this job. It is high time you quit, stay on the roadside and begg,” he pointed at him from head to toes. “Just take a look at yourself. You have always lagged behind in your work that is why you look horrible and can never be rich!” he yelled radically at him.

Jamole shivered and flinched at his words. He held a grinned face and sniffed. Would a day ever come when Dean Bur would regret all he had ever told him?

“Take your filthy self out of my sight!” he snapped at him, expecting him to walk away but he stood his ground and went on his knees instead.

Promptly he went on his knees. “Please boss I need a favor of you.”

“What is it again? You beg a lot. Can’t you afford anything in life?” Dean shrieked at him.

“Someday I believe I can able to afford all that I want, but please I want you to allow me pass the night at the municipal hall. I am literary homeless. My …my wife divorced me and…” he stuttered.

“You fool! You got to be joking! Do I look like some Santa clause that does give away. I can’t emply you and shelter you. it is impossible. That is a public place. You can’t pass the night there. You may have to start sleeping on the road!”

Dean turned to walk away but Jamole hastened after him and he yelled at him so loudly that Jamole flinched and gave up. He grinned and shook his head in pity.

Later at night he went to the spot where he proposed marriage to Susan, the beggar and couldn’t find her.

When he caught sight of another male beggar in a wheel he asked after Susan but got the shock of his life when he was told Susan had left for home.

“Home?” Jamole retorted. “Does she have a home?” he queried inwardly and passed the night at the same spot, optimistic he would see her at dawn.

But at dawn he didn’t see Susan. He glanced at his wrist watch and realized he was late for work. “I should be on my way now.” His eyes combed around the busy road, believing Susan was going to come in sight by any slightest chance, “Please, should Susan come around do inform her that Jamole, her fiancée came looking for her. In fact I spent the night at her spot,” he told the male beggar.

The beggar affirmed with a slight nod. “I will, buddy.” The beggar, who was also in a wheel chair, wheeled himself closer to him. “Come to think of it I must commend your humility to date such a physically challenged lady like Susan. You must really dote on her.”

Jamole forced a smile. “I guess I don’t give a damn about her condition. What matters most is what we feel for each other and besides, she loves me the way I am.” His eyes glared down from his torn shirt to his shabby shoes which had yawning soles.

The beggar shook his head in pity and grinned. “Money isn’t everything, buddy. If you both stick around each other and work hard you won’t remain poor forever.”

Jamole snorted and his gaze promptly resettled on his wrist watch again. “Thank you for the advice, dear. I must get going now. My boss must be mad at me for resuming late.”

About taking a swift turn to dash away, the beggar interrupted him, “I am Micheal.”

Without any interest to continue the discussion, Jamole chirped, “I am Jamole. Nice to meet you, Micheal,” And he ran away in haste.

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Jamole knew it was going to get to this. Since he resumed work and for over thirty minutes, Dean Bur, his boss had been shouting thunderously at him.

“I don’t work with mediocre. Did you check your time, broke ass? You have never been serious with this job. I think it is high time I sacked you and replaced you with a serious janitor!”

Pulling down on his knees, Jamole molded his arms and pleaded, “No boss please, don’t do this to me. I can’t afford the ten dollars transport fare so I had to run down to this place. This was one of the reasons I wanted to spend the night at the municipal hall so I would be punctual…”

“You idiot!” Dean cursed, “Are you insinuating that I am the reason for your lateness because I refused to let you spend the night here, huh?”

“No, boss, I am just…”

Jamole had barely finished his statement when Dean Bur left like lightning and returned with a paper handy.

“You fool!” he snapped, “You are hereby sacked. Let me see how you will survive with this poverty-stricken mentality of yours!” he tossed the paper at his face.

Jamole’s gaze widened at the paper which had his details and information about the termination of his job.

“No, boss you can’t do this to me, not now. Please,” his lips trembled as he pleaded and promptly he clenched his jaw not to cry.

“You poverty-stricken kitten!” Dean fumed, letting veins pop through his brow, “Now I see the reason your ex-wife divorced you. Poor people like you are lazy and can never breakthrough in life because you don’t appreciate what you have.”

“Please boss, don’t do this to me,” Jamole grumbled, “Where do I go from here? How do I fend for myself? This is the only solace I have. This is my only means of livelihood. Please…”

He was about stretching his arm to Dean’s foot when the latter kicked away his arm.

And Jamole shrieked with pain as he sighed within himself and raised his gaze at the woolly blue sky above.

“God, why is all this happening to me? What sort of ill-fate is this? My wife divorced me and now I have lost my only job.” He sniffed, “Oh God…I can’t take this anymore. This is end of life for me…”

Just then he was interrupted by fleets of Lamborghini, Bugatti, Ferrari and Austin Martin which cruised into the compound and halted.

Jamole, forced a frown and breathed hard. He needed to perk up because a moneybag just arrived.

“Swan Pablo is here! Wow!” Dean cheered as his gaze settled on the plate numbers which had SWAN PABLO written on them. He gazed down to Jamole, “Now take your poverty-stricken self out of this place. The richest man in Antipolo is here! I don’t need distractions!” he thundered. “Oh who am I to be visited by Swan Pablo today? This moneybag is worth over two billion dollars if I am not mistaking. I am sure a pauper like you will never earn one percent of that money till you die,” he cursed Jamole.

Jamole swallowed hard and gritted his teeth.

 Gently the doors on the cars started opening and slamming as hefty, burly-looking, well-suited security personnel alighted and paced down to the stylish Austin Martin car.

They bowed before they opened the door. Already, one of the securities was bringing out a wheel chair from the Lamborghini and quickly rushed to the Austin Martin, to aid his boss.

Jamole raised a distorted brow; the wheel chair looked familiar. When he thought his sight was deceiving him, lo and behold a pretty-looking, lavishly-dressed, dashing female was helped into the wheel chair.

“Susan!” Jamole screamed, once their gaze met. He gaped at her and the splendor of wealth that hovered around her.

“Jamole!” Susan called, smiling from cheek to cheek, and opened her arms to embrace him, “I have come for you, my fiancé and chosen heir. Today marks the end to misery and poverty in your life,” she affirmed.

“Chosen what? What did she just say?” Dean mumbled within himself, gaping at them.

Something was about to happen…