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 Madeline

of proper sleep only for his own

downing one glass of wine after another.

dusk to midnight with

going to remember

his son as he watched the

so he could only

maintained his composure

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

however, neither of

was no food in the home and both of them were

forced

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

door opened and Thomas's head

surroundings, like an

he found his scumbag dad had persevered and was

cautious for fear that he would accidentally

highly vigilant against

Let Mommy out. We can't

child's head with a tender look

out and made a

they say

fried eggs in the

are loud and will wake up even when I drop my Baymax plushie. But he didn't respond

with preparing breakfast when Thomas

stopped and seemed

seem right to see him lying so still. She removed her apron

were chapped and purple.

wake him up only to find him burning

fever? What's going on? He was

poked a finger between his brows only for her worry to

a person born in the Quincy family. Everyone was

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

she left him to his own

developed a fever after one night and

the wine bottles on the