TRILLIONAIRE SECRET HEIR

CHAPTER FOUR

He turned to look back, only to meet a familiar face.  It was the one man whom he despised so much, and equally feared. The one man who had always had his eyes on Matilda even before they got married. He shuddered nervously. The bastard was back in town! He bowed slightly, hoping against all hopes that there wouldn't be any trouble between them.

"Shane!" He said, faking a smile.

Shane strode over to him, in his usual proud manner. Jake's heart beat frantically as every step that he took thudded loudly in his head.

"So you do come to this kind of bank too, huh?." He said, snorting mockingly.

Jake knew he was in for it today. But he'd had enough to keep acting like a pushover. All these years, he had been maintaining his cool and enduring all the insults from this bastard all for the sake of Madison. Now he was done with that phase! He was done being a pushover.

He scoffed. "Our wealthy Shane must think the bank belongs to only him, huh?"

Shane was taken aback by his words. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined Jake would actually talk back at him. "Wow! You've got some balls, isn't it? You must-----"

Jake cut him off sharply. "Look here, I don't want to have anything to do with you. I came for a far more serious business than whatever you have to say. Do have a nice day."

With that, he entered the main building, feeling more confident and impressed with himself. He suddenly felt nervous as he made his way to the cashier's counter. Truth be told, he had never really entered a bank in his life.

Yes! His wife--- scratch that! His soon-to-be ex-wife was very rich, but he had his pride. He had never spent a single penny of her money. He wasn't earning much, but he had made sure to take care of all the household expenses, he had never really for once gone to a bank to cash out funds.

What if the card contained nothing? He thought, panicking. That would be a shame to him, especially with the presence of Shane here. He would definitely stop at nothing to ridicule him.

"Hello, miss." He greeted the cashier as he placed his hand on the counter.

The lady glanced up at him, disdain settling in her eyes as she stared at his cheap and rumpled cloth. Jake felt irked out by the lady's rudeness but he decided to let it slide. She probably didn't know it was rude to stare at customers. Or maybe she was surprised to see someone like him in their bank.

He cleared his throat to grab the lady's attention and she finally looked at him.  She didn't even bother to hide the condescension in her looks. She opened her mouth slowly to say something and Jake's first thought was that she was going to apologize. But what the cashier said next shocked him almost to stupor.

"Mister. Please, kindly put your hands off the counter, then you could walk through the door after that."

She said it with a loud voice that other customers in the bank turned to give him a dirty look. In their opinion, he must have done something wrong to make the lady speak in that manner to him. Only if they knew that he hadn't ever done anything at all.

Jake stared at her, totally confused and short of words. What was this lady's problem? Why was she filled with so much disdain towards him? He was sure he had never seen her before. He didn't know her from any angle, so why was she unnecessarily rude to him?

"You aren't deaf, mister!" The lady said again, sounding cold as ever. "Leave this place or I'll call the guards to escort you out! We do not want any more criminals and rascals roaming around our bank!"

"What!?" Was the only thing he could utter. So far, he hadn't done anything wrong. He had only come here to confirm something. Why was she suddenly judging him just because of his cheap outfit. So only wealthy people were allowed to go into banks these days? So he couldn't withdraw money if he didn't wear an expensive dress.

"If you don't leave now, I'll take action against you. Leave now while I'm being nice!" She yelled, now standing up.

Jake felt his face heat up as he noticed that the gaze of everyone in the bank was directed at him. They were all watching with seriousness, wondering what was going to happen next.