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

had believed he would have himself a few days of proper sleep only for his own son to

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

from dusk to

is going to

but harshly berate his son as he watched the

a five-year-old child so he could only make a mental note of

maintained his composure on the

who had been hiding out in the

however, neither of them had wanted

no food in

forced them

I'll take care of breakfast and the rations for the next few

paneled door opened and Thomas's head

surroundings, like an

he found his scumbag dad had persevered and was

the room. His movements were cautious for fear that he would accidentally

highly vigilant against

Mommy out. We can't stay in forever. It's boring to keep staying

head with a tender look in her

led the child out and made a beeline for the

was certainly true when they say one would feel miserable without

Madeline stared at the sizzling fried eggs in

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

preparing breakfast when Thomas

She stopped and

him lying so still. She removed

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

him up only to find him burning

going on? He

poked a finger between his brows only for her worry

had always led an easy life as a person born in the Quincy family. Everyone was

adult at any rate. He should at least know how to take care

was why she left him to his own

a fever after one

the

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