Chapter 25 The Rare Heir

• Susan Pablo was flipping through some documents while she read them. Once the door opened automatically she stared in the mirror to see it was Jamole.
• “Hi sweetheart,” Jamole greeted and when Susan gave him the cold shoulders it dawned on him she was pissed by something or someone perhaps him. “How is your day going?” he queried, rubbed her on the shoulders.
• Susan rolled her eyes at him, shrugged off his hands and wanted to ride away in her wheel chair, but Jamole held back the wheel chair, stopped her from making an inch.