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

esteemed Noah Quincy was left sitting on the couch downing one glass of wine after another. He quickly emptied

from dusk to midnight with

going to

berate his son as he watched the

argue with a five-year-old child so he could

composure on the

been hiding out in the room, were

all honesty, however, neither of them had wanted to

food in the home and both of them were

what forced them to

care of breakfast and the rations

heavy, paneled door opened and Thomas's head

his surroundings, like an infrared

was when he found his scumbag dad

he would accidentally wake Noah up and his mother would be

highly vigilant against his

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

with a tender

and made

true when they say one would feel miserable without

eggs in the

wake up even when I drop my Baymax plushie.

busying herself with preparing breakfast when Thomas tugged at her shirt and

stopped and seemed

him lying so still. She

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

wake him up only to

fever? What's going on? He was fine

a finger between his brows only for

easy life as a person born in the Quincy

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

she left him to his own

after one night and rendered

sight of the wine bottles on the coffee table