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

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

wine after another. He quickly

from dusk to midnight with no signs of

to

his son as he watched the pitch-black night sky outside

five-year-old child so he could

his composure on the

who had been hiding out in the room, were

however, neither of them had

there was no food in the home and both

was what forced

of

opened and Thomas's head poked

scanned his surroundings, like

found his scumbag dad had persevered and was lying on the

hurriedly turned and pushed Madeline into the room. His movements were cautious for fear that he would

highly vigilant against

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

with

out and made

when they say one

fried eggs

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

breakfast when Thomas tugged

stopped and

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

purple. There was barely any color to his complexion. Worry came to the

to wake him up only

fever? What's going on? He was fine

brows

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

any rate. He should at least

she left him to

a fever after one night

sight of the wine bottles on the coffee table