Aggressive Wife novel (Madeline and Noah)

Chapter 82

Angie thought luck was finally in her favor after snagging herself the cash cow so quickly. There would be no need for her to continue to stew in the pigsty.

The old man's answer, however, extinguished the hope ignited within her.

He squandered his riches like dirt. He was bold and frank.

After all, he was just an upstart who happened to make a fortune but he was hollow inside.

He wasn't even close to being an ant when compared to Noah.

This man couldn't even be compared to that pig, Jerry. At least the Lowe family was a proper gentry.

"You can use those to coax the younger ones. They mean nothing to me. Where's your sincerity?"

Angie swept her newly permed curls aside and took the opportunity to get out of the arms of the lecherous old man.

The old man could immediately tell that she was going to ask for an unjustly large amount and no longer intended to spoil her. He took on a dour expression.

"Haha, sincerity? Who do you think you are? You're just a good little b*tch. There are countless girls here. You're not worth anything. If it weren't for your youth or beauty, I wouldn't even bother with you."

The old man whose face was flushed red from drinking mocked and sarcastically cursed at her. It was only after he had his fun that he walked away with another two girls in his embrace.

"Huh! Bastard! Who do you think you are? You're talking out of your *ss!"

"If it wasn't for that slut Madeline getting in my way, you wouldn't even be worthy of carrying my shoes!"

"I'm going to have this dilapidated clubhouse demolished once I turn the tables!"

Angie had believed that she could have the place bow to her whims with her beauty and figure.

To think that even a dirt-cheap idiot would mock her with reckless abandon.

She was so indignant that she was convinced her breast implants were going to explode and stood in the booth cursing and yelling.

Her appearance had become exactly that of a shrew found in the markets...

Maple Forest Villa. Living room.

Noah stared absently at the shut bedroom door for an unknown amount of time. His eyes were now bloodshot with a trace of grief.

always slept peacefully with

would have himself a few days of proper sleep only for

the couch downing one glass of wine after another.

worse, he waited from dusk to midnight with no signs of

going to

berate his son as he watched the pitch-black

was discourteous to argue with a five-year-old child so he could only make

his composure on the

been hiding out in the room, were finally willing to come

all honesty, however, neither of them had wanted to show

was no food in the home and both of them

what forced them to

of breakfast and the rations

heavy, paneled door opened and Thomas's

his surroundings, like an

found his scumbag dad had persevered and was lying on

would accidentally wake Noah up and his mother would be stuck between a

highly vigilant against

Let Mommy out.

with a tender look

out and made a beeline

certainly true when they say one would feel

eggs in the pan and gulped

will wake up even when I drop

preparing breakfast when Thomas

She stopped and

lying so still. She removed her apron

purple. There was barely any color to his

him to wake him up only to find him burning

What's going on? He was

finger between his brows only for

life as a person born in the Quincy family. Everyone was at his

rate. He should at least know how to take care of

she left

fever after one night and rendered

sight of the wine bottles on the