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.

with

have himself a few days of proper sleep only for his

esteemed Noah Quincy was left sitting on the couch downing one glass of wine after another. He

worse, he waited from dusk to midnight

to remember this,

but harshly berate his son as he watched the pitch-black night sky outside the

five-year-old child so

maintained his composure

hours of the next day, Madeline and Thomas, who had been hiding out in the room, were finally willing to come outside. They left

neither of them had wanted to

just that there was no food in the home and both of them were

was what forced them to

of breakfast and the rations for

door opened and Thomas's head poked

scanned his surroundings, like an

his scumbag dad had persevered

Madeline into the room. His movements were cautious for fear that he would accidentally wake Noah up and his mother would be

highly vigilant against

"It's okay. Let Mommy out. We can't stay in forever. It's

the child's head with a tender look in

the child out and made a beeline for the

certainly true when they say one

the sizzling fried eggs in the pan and gulped down

with my scumbag dad. He doesn't like when things are loud and will wake up even when I

busying herself with preparing breakfast when Thomas

She stopped

so still.

that she realized his lips were chapped and purple. There was barely any color to

him up

on?

his brows only for her worry

born

an adult at any rate. He should

why she left him to his own

after one night

wine bottles on the coffee table changed her worry into