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.

peacefully with Madeline

have himself a few days of proper sleep only for his own son

one glass of wine after another. He quickly emptied several bottles but there continued to be no sound coming

from dusk to midnight with no signs of

to remember this,

but harshly berate his son as he

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

composure

the early hours of the next day, Madeline and Thomas, who had been hiding out

however, neither of

in

forced them to

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

paneled door opened and Thomas's

surroundings, like an infrared

dad

the room. His movements were cautious for fear that he would accidentally wake Noah up and

was highly vigilant

for words. "It's okay. Let Mommy out. We can't

gently patted the child's head with a tender look in

the child out and

certainly true when they say one would

fried eggs in the pan and gulped down a mouthful of

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

preparing breakfast when Thomas tugged at her shirt

She stopped and seemed

see him lying so still. She

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

him up

on? He was

a finger between his brows only

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

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

left him to his own

a fever after one night and rendered

the