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 Madeline by

of proper sleep only for his own son to destroy

of wine after another. He quickly emptied several bottles but there continued to

dusk to midnight with no signs of

going to

help but harshly berate his son as

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

his composure

had been hiding

honesty, however, neither of

just that there was no food in the

what forced them

and hide! I'll take care of breakfast

paneled door opened and Thomas's head

his surroundings, like an

he found his scumbag dad had persevered and was lying on the

that he would accidentally wake Noah up and his mother would be stuck between

was highly vigilant against his

was at a loss for words. "It's okay. Let Mommy out. We can't stay in forever.

patted the child's head with a tender look

led the child out and made a

certainly true when they say one would feel miserable without

eggs in

seems off with my scumbag dad. He doesn't like when things are loud and will wake up even when I drop my Baymax plushie. But he didn't respond even when I

with preparing breakfast when Thomas tugged at her shirt

stopped and

right to see him lying so still. She removed her

she got close that she realized his lips were chapped and purple. There was

up only to find him burning

on?

finger between his brows only

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

still an adult at any rate. He should

she left him to

he developed a fever after one night

of the wine bottles on the coffee table changed her worry into