Revenge Of The Richest Ex-Husband

McDonald Confronts Jamole

Jamole was speeding on his scooter after Zhang ordered his security to bundle him out of the premises.

His shirt was flying by the corner; it was torn by the security when they bundled him away.

This wouldn’t have happened if he had revealed his true identity to him; he wondered if Zhang would be able to stand his audacity.

He had hesitated and kept marketing his lands when he called the security to bundle him away

“You did this to me Zhang,” he mumbled in his thought as he rode away. “You think you have arrived because you are the automobile giant in Antipolo. Okay,” he tossed his head in wrath. “Soon you will need me. You will weep blood and you will bow before me yet I will feign deaf ears and make you pay. None of you will escape my vengeance when it comes.”

He sniffed back tears and rode with less interest. He had just five years to repay the loan and this was the second year. He had heard Zhang’s passion for real estate. But what did he get in return?

Scoff humiliation and hate.