Revenge Of The Richest Ex-Husband

Zhang Humiliates Jamole

In a jiffy Jamole was led into the sky scraper and was finally opportuned to meet with Zhang Meng in person.

Ordinarily if it were in his poverty days Zhang’s exquisite spacious office would have offended his vanity but ever since he became heir to Swan, luxury wasn’t strange to him anymore. And first class life didn’t seem too special to him anymore.

After bowing, he stood staring engagingly at the short, strong featured, ponytail-haired Chinese billionaire before him. He had about ten well-suited burly security flanked around him and five servants who attended to his immediate needs.

Zhang Meng was a big name in Antipolo, and he was one of the deep pockets ajamole had been clamoring to do business with.

On the desk Jamole could see the tons of awards he had won over the years and he could tell Zhang was still the best in automobile in Antipolo. He hoped Zhang would give him maximum attention and not be an ass.

But now he had come to discuss business with the richest Chinese in Antipo