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.

slept peacefully with

few days of proper sleep only

wine after another. He quickly emptied several

he waited from dusk to midnight

going to

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

was discourteous to argue with a five-year-old child so

his composure on

Thomas, who had been hiding

of

just that there was no food in the home

was what forced

I'll take care of breakfast and the

opened

his surroundings, like

scumbag dad had persevered and was lying on

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

highly vigilant against

a loss for words. "It's okay. Let Mommy out. We

child's head with a tender

led the child out and made a beeline for the

say one would feel miserable without

stared at the sizzling fried eggs in the

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

herself with preparing breakfast when Thomas

She stopped and seemed

didn't seem right to see him lying so still.

purple. There was barely any color to his complexion. Worry came

him up only to

going on? He was fine

brows only for her worry to

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

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

she left

think he developed a fever after one night and rendered

bottles on the