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 Madeline

would have himself a few days of proper

couch downing one glass of wine after another. He quickly emptied several bottles but there continued to

worse, he waited from dusk to midnight with

is going to remember this,

his son as he watched

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

maintained his composure

and Thomas, who had been hiding out

however, neither of them had wanted

there was no food in

forced them

hide! I'll take care of breakfast

opened

his surroundings,

his scumbag dad had persevered and was

he would accidentally wake Noah up and his mother would be stuck between a rock and a hard

highly vigilant against

Mommy out.

gently patted the child's head with a tender

and made a

they say

the sizzling fried eggs in the pan

something 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

when Thomas tugged at her shirt and pointed

stopped and seemed

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

that she realized his lips were chapped and purple. There was barely any

patted him to wake him up only to find him

going on? He was

his brows

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

was still an adult at any rate. He should at

left him to his

a fever after one night and rendered himself

sight of the wine bottles on the coffee table changed