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.

with Madeline by

days of proper

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

dusk to midnight with no

going to remember

harshly berate his son as he

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

composure on

who had been hiding out in the room, were finally willing to come outside. They

however, neither of

was no food in

what forced them

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

paneled door opened and Thomas's head

surroundings, like

scumbag dad had persevered and was lying

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

highly vigilant against his

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

with a tender look

the child out and

when they say one would feel miserable without

the kitchen, Madeline stared at the sizzling fried eggs in the pan and gulped down a mouthful

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 I tugged at his

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

stopped and

see him lying so still. She removed her apron

she realized his lips were chapped and purple. There

up only to

on? He was

finger between his brows only for her

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

adult at any rate. He should

left him

think he developed a fever after one night and rendered himself

bottles on the coffee table