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

a few days of proper sleep only for his own son to destroy

glass of wine after another. He quickly

from dusk to midnight with no signs

going to remember

but harshly berate his son as

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

maintained his composure on the

and Thomas, who had been hiding out

however, neither of them had wanted

food in the home and both of them

forced

of

heavy, paneled door opened

his surroundings, like an infrared

was when he found his scumbag dad

cautious for fear that he would accidentally wake Noah up and his mother would be stuck between a rock and a

vigilant

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

child's head with a tender look

and made a beeline

say one

stared at the sizzling fried eggs in the pan and gulped down a

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

Thomas

She stopped and seemed

see him lying so still. She removed her apron and went to

got close that she realized his lips were chapped and purple. There was barely any color to his

patted him to wake him up only to find

on? He

his brows only

a person born in the Quincy

should at least know

left him to

fever after one night and rendered

of the wine bottles on the coffee table changed

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