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

himself a few days of proper sleep only for his own son

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

dusk to midnight with no signs of

going to remember this,

his son as he watched

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

composure on the

hours of the next day, Madeline and Thomas, who had been hiding out

however, neither of them

no food in the home and both

was what forced them

Go back inside and hide! I'll take care of breakfast and the rations for the

door opened and Thomas's head poked

scanned his surroundings, like an

scumbag dad had

the room. His movements were cautious for fear that he would accidentally wake Noah up and his mother would be stuck between a rock and a hard place

vigilant against

okay. Let Mommy out.

patted the child's head with a tender

out and made a beeline for

they say

Madeline stared at the sizzling fried eggs in the

loud and will wake up even when I drop my Baymax plushie. But he didn't respond even when I tugged at his ears just

busying herself with preparing breakfast when Thomas

She stopped and

didn't seem right to see him lying so still. She removed her apron

lips were chapped and purple. There was barely any color to his complexion. Worry came to the forefront of

to wake him up only

on? He

brows only for her worry

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

adult at any rate. He should

why she left him

he developed a fever after one night and

of the wine bottles on the coffee table changed her worry