TRILLIONAIRE SECRET HEIR

CHAPTER FIVE

PREMIUM GREEN CARD

He couldn't just leave without getting an explanation from the lady. "Miss, is there anything wrong with you? I clearly didn't do anything wrong. Why do you think I'm a criminal?"

The lady laughed scornfully. "Why?" She laughed again. "I don't owe you an explanation, okay? Just get your filthy self out of this place! You're corrupting the air around here!"

Her words got to Jake. Everyone was staring at him like he was some filthy rag. No! This lady won't get away with these.

He brought out the card, flashing it at the lady's face. "I have my card with me. I only came to withdraw money from this bank. Why would you accuse me falsely of being a criminal!" He was shaking with rage and the card accidentally poked the lady's face.

She flew into a rage. "You shameless man. How dare you lay your hands on me?." She smacked him hard across his face.

The force behind her palm was strangely powerful and Jake could taste blood in the corner of his lips. He grabbed the lady's hand and twisted, glaring coldly at her. He didn't say anything, he just continued staring at her as commotion rose in the bank.

Suddenly a voice said from the bank. "Isn't that the rare premium green card the man is holding?"

What he said caused more uproar among the customers as they looked at the card in Jake's hand. Some of them almost believed it but as they glanced again at his cheap clothing, they quickly discarded the idea. How can a man shabbily dressed like this possess such an invaluable card?

"No! That can be!" They murmured among themselves.

Jake could hear them whispering and murmuring among themselves. A premium card? He jerked the lady's hand away and stared at the card, checking the possibility of it being such a card. That wasn't possible. He discarded his thought as another thought flashed through his mind. What if the card was even a fake one that could lead him to jail? He widened his eyes in panic.

He thought about it and decided to leave the bank immediately to avoid more trouble. Just as he was about to step out the door, a voice stopped him.

"Where do you think you're going to, you piece of shit!?" Someone said behind him.

Shane. He was still pissed off about how he was embarrassed by him outside. No one had ever dared to look him in the eyes let talk of talking down on him in such a way. He couldn't just let it slide. He had to teach Jake a lesson that he would never forget in a lifetime. And this was his chance to do so.

Jake turned to look at him, remaining silent. "The cat got your tongue? Huh?" He sneered contemptuously.

Jake just continued staring at him without saying anything, granting Shane's nerves the more. Infuriated, he shouted. "You good for nothing, gold digger. The only thing you know how to do is luck off your wife's ass." He suddenly paused, laughing hysterically.

"Ex-wife, I mean." He continued, laughing. "You act all pompous and mighty when you've got nothing. I wonder what even gave you the guts to come to this kind of bank. Or did your ex-wife send you on an errand again, errand boy?" He spelt the words insultingly.

It was just too much for Jake. He had enough of this bastard. How did he even know about the divorce? He hadn't even signed the papers. Well, news surely traveled so quickly.

He glared at him with an intensity that made Shane cower a little. But he was an expert and he quickly masked his fears. "She's still my wife. And you don't have any right whatsoever to  speak so condescendingly about me, you fool!"

Shane seemed taken aback by his sudden outburst, and for a split second, Jake thought he had finally ruffled him. But he started laughing again.

"What does it be like being deluded, You loser? Hurry up and sign the papers so my wife could be free from your poverty-stricken life!"

His wife? Jake wondered. What did he mean by calling Madison his wife?