Chapter8:Becoming The Richest Tycoon

When jamole’s eyes opened at dawn and glared around he suddenly realized he had passed the night at the very spot where Susan begged, with her sizeable bag clutched to his chest. Hopefully he had waited into the night for Susan to return to the spot where she begged for money but to no avail. He had proposed marriage to her the other day and it was pertinent to brief her about his plans for her. Jamole’s gaze investigated his fingers and the empty scar of ring which wound round his fingers hit his imagination. He sighed in exhaustion and hummed. Marriage! Was that what he needed now? A few years ago before he married Stella he had taken into consideration the distraction that was accrued to marriage. And in his immaculate heart he had decided to remain a bachelor until he became a famous zillionaire in Antipolo. He had plans of finishing college, going under the apprenticeship of a capitalist like Swan Pablo and working his way to unimaginable wealth and power. But all of that came cra