Revenge Of The Richest Ex-Husband

Jamole Gets Threatened By Mcdonald

Macdonald took out a dollar note and some coins from his pocket and poured on Jamole.

“Spend it on good cloths, poverty-stricken, and don’t forget to shave those dirty beards.”

Tyres screeching away and heavy cloud of dust hanging in the air, McDonald and his band of security drove away, leaving Jamole in pains and head buried in shame.

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Susan was startled by the noisy arrival of Jamole into the villa. Through the window she could see the canopy of anger that stood on his face and she could tell someone had pissed him off.

Each door was left slamming as he walked past them and securities and servants that greeted and bowed to Jamole were given the cold shoulders. McDonald had rattled his cage and it was his nature to transfer aggression.

Even his anger had doubled, coupled with his inability to find buyers for the acres of land at the Acrid Forest and Hinterlane.

“You are welcome, sweetie,” Susan greeted softly, raised a questionable brow and steered her wheelchair to his side.

Jamo