Chapter 51 Who Is The Heir?

• “Um,” she batted her lashes; beads of sweat hung on her brow. “Swan Pablo?” her brow knitted in frown, “Um… excuse me please I think there is a mix up somewhere. Is this not for the popular Swan Pablo, the richest man in Antipolo? I perceived there is a mix up somewhere...” she stuttered as she gazed upon the credit card once more and looked at Jamole.
• Jamole dimmed his eyes at his offender. “Young lady are you blind or you don’t see clearly at noon? Can’t you read? That is my credit card. Withdraw the peanuts of a bill and give it to me now!” he ordered.
• The cashier flinched, trembled hugely and shot a quivering stare at Jamole. She was perplexed and destabilized upon seeing Swan Pablo’s credit card. She had never been bewildered before as she was now.