Revenge Of The Richest Ex-Husband

Fury Of A Husband Scorned

“That is not going to work. It is absolutely non negotiable, daughter!” Swan refuted and was interrupted by a whooping cough.

Susan had visited him in his sick bed to brief him about Jamole’s intention to disguise as a janitor at the office and his quest for a quite wedding.

“Go and tell your fiancée that I, Swan Pablo will not be a party to such awkward intention. He is serving as the heir to our empire because we are not healthy. You have to make him understand what position he holds. Doesn’t he know that he stands to inherit my wealth when I am gone?”

“I have made him understand, father,” Susan replied and was pushed in the wheel chair by one of the securities. She rode closer to have a tête-à-tête with her father. “I don’t know what he is up to, father.”

Swan Pablo averted his gaze to the wall, feeling hurt about Jamole’s sudden decision to disguise as a janitor and to go for a quiet wedding.

Swan returned his gaze on her. “He is not going to disguise and your wedding will be loud and breath-taking. Does he realize who I am in Antipolo? My friends and associates have waited with bated breath the day you will get a suitor. And now you have a suitor, your fiancée is opting for a quiet wedding.” Swan shook his head in disapproval.

Susan lowered her gaze and she was overshadowed by her father’s reaction to what Jamole perceived as his mode of operation.

“I have nagged about his decision and refuted him but he wouldn’t listen. Jamole is still hell-bent on disguising as a janitor at the office and making sure we have a quite wedding.”

Swan Pablo raised a knitted brow. “Where the hell did you pick that boy from? Who the hell is he? I am quite sure he is the son of a pauper who knows nothing about being the son-in-law and heir to Swan Pablo.”

There was a hush silence over them. Meanwhile Susan had been deliberating on the lies to tell. She knew her father would go haywire if he should know that Jamole was the son of a pauper who had never tasted wealth.

“Father,” she called calmly, “My fiancée is from a wealthy home. His late father was an industrialist from Brisbane. He has tasted real wealth and would never compromise the trust we bestowed upon him.”

Susan held a huge grin; she knew the lies she just told could jeopardize the trust her father had in her, but for the sake of holding Jamole in high esteem, she had to lie.

Swan sighed. “I see, so is that the reason your Jamole chooses to disguise as a janitor, not even a secretary?” he queried and stared at her suspiciously. “Something must be fishy. Your fiancée is up to something.”

Susan wasn’t quite sure but she shook her head.

With his finger clicking, Swan gestured at his security and the huge figure came forth.

“Call me the heir, now” Swan ordered and the security left immediately after bowing.

Susan rolled her eyes nervously and wished she could go to Jamole early enough and brief him about the lies she just told for his sake, so that he could know what to reply her father.

Led by the security, Jamole walked into the room, looking all cute in the tuxedo and exquisite oxfords that grazed his feet. Upon seeing the sour look on the face of Susan and the thunderous gaze of Swan he perceived trouble.

“You sent for me, my father-in-law,” said Jamole after bowing.

“You never told me you were from a rich family. My daughter just told me your late father was an affluent industrialist in Brisbane,” Swan sounded, all smiles, very much conscious of the fact that Jamole was from a rich home.

But Jamole wasn’t from a rich home. He had never been rich; even right about now he was shocked to hear it from Swan. He dragged a frown and cast a quick gaze at Susan who winked to let him know she told the lie for his sake.

“Yes father-in-law. My late father was a respectable industrialist, whom I am still proud of till death. He taught me all I needed to know in the business sector.”

“Perhaps he also taught you to disguise as a janitor when you should be the heir, huh?” Swan asked and still argued within himself if Jamole was going to create an unforgettable impact in the Swan Real Estate.

Jamole winked in anxiety and would have to convince Swan in any possible way because not even Swan would stop him from avenging Stella and Roger.

“Sir I have my reasons for disguising as a janitor. It won’t stop me from leading the Swan Real Estate. I have huge plans for Swan Real Estate and I promise you in the shortest time you will see my impact. Besides, disguising will help me identify loyal staffers from the rebellious ones, don’t you think so.”

Swan cast a grimaced face at Jamole and then Susan. “What about the quiet wedding you made mention of? It took my daughter five years to find true love. I should be celebrating in a rare, magnifying way and not a quiet wedding. Are you still not proud of my daughter because she is a cripple?”

Jamole bowed. “`No, my father-in-law. I really dote on your daughter. Didn’t I propose marriage to her even when she disguised as a cripple beggar at the pedestrian bridge? I believe I am fated to marry your daughter. As for the wedding I want it to be a quiet wedding without any guest. It is still part of my intention of leading effectively as the heir to the prestigious Swan Real Estate.”

“You are very mysterious young man,” Swan said and gestured at his security that fetched him a flute of wine. “I will let you have your way and if I don’t see any meaningful impact from you, you will cease to be my heir. Don’t forget Swan Real Estate is worth two billion dollars.” He gestured at his security as he came forth with a car key. “Hand it over to him.”

The security did.

“That is the key to a brand new Lamborghini which is your official car.

Jamole shook his head in disapproval. “A janitor cannot own such expensive car. I will go for a scooter instead.”

“A bike?” Susan and her father exclaimed in tandem.

Jamole shook his head in confirmation; his vengeance was brewing.

“Yes a bike,” he replied, “My father-in-law, about my impact I promise to increase the net worth of Swan Real Estate to ten billion dollars.”

Something was about to happen…