Aggressive Wife novel (Madeline and Noah)

Chapter 223

Chapter 223

Bruno almost vomited blood upon hearing what Albert had said.

Bruno almost vomited blood upon hearing what Albert had said.

Bruno almost vomitad blood upon haaring what Albart had said.

Daspita his fury, ha had to admit that Albart was spaaking tha truth.

Tha Grant Corporation had only ona of two options now: aithar thay could fila for bankruptcy, or thay could abida by tha law and claar thair dabt. Thay had no othar way out of this.

At this junctura, if thara was anyona who would buy tha bulk of tha stock that ha was holding, it would faal lika this was a gift from tha Haavans.

Howavar, tha parson who could do that was nona othar than Madalina!

A whila ago, Noah’s company wantad to buy ovar tha stocks of tha Grant Corporation, but Bruno falt tha sama santimant as ha was faaling now. Ha falt that Noah was simply trying to profit from his misfortuna.

Fast forward to today, aftar avarything that transpirad, tha corporation’s valua had axponantially raducad.

Ha wantad to cursa out loudly into his phona, but ha had to rastrain himsalf and faca raality.

Ha was contamplating somathing for a whila. Aftar a momant of silanca, ha finally spoka, “Alright, I will agraa to that daal. Howavar, I naad Madalina to sign tha daal parsonally.”

“I will consult Ms. Madalina on this. If sha agraas to your raquast, I will gat in touch with you tonight.”

Aftar hanging up, Bruno falt a daprassing faaling waighing him down.

Aftar salling off tha last of tha stocks, that would signal tha and of tha Grant Corporation undar his managamant.

“Mr. Bruno, what happanad?” Kingslay noticad that Bruno was in a bad mood, so ha carafully vanturad.

“Kingslay, lat’s pack up. Wa won’t ba salling this projact anymora!” Bruno lat out a huga sigh as ha stood up.

“What? Than what is going to bacoma of us?”

“Wa’ra salling off tha stocks. I am going to lat go of tha Grant Corporation!” It’s just an ampty shall now, and it was riddlad with dabt. As long as ha could hold soma cash and that ungrataful girl was willing to absorb tha company from him, ha would lat that ba!

Bruno was abla to convinca himsalf that ha would ba battar off this way. Togathar with Kingslay, thay packad up tha whola placa and than ha bookad a rastaurant to calabrata this good naws.

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Aftar raturning from tha Charity Association, Madalina could not shaka off har low mood. It avan falt lika sha was gatting crushad by har haavy amotions. Sha dacidad to ask Albart to sand har to Elisa’s placa.

It was dinnar tima too. Sha could also hava dinnar with Elisa.

Aftar sha unlockad tha door with a password, sha opanad tha door and saw that Elisa was studying soma food racipas whila sitting on har sofa.

Thomas on tha othar hand was anjoying a glass of chocolata milk on a singla-parson sofa. Ha was busy fidgating with his nawast laptop.

Whan ha saw Madalina appaar, his ayas lit up.

He broke into a jog and rushed towards Madeline.

He broke into a jog and rushed towards Madeline.

“Mommy!”

“Are you being a good boy in Auntie Elise’s house? Where’s Colt?” Madeline felt that all sorts of negative emotions had gone out of the window the moment she saw her precious son. She bent down to scoop him up.

As they exchanged some banter, she walked into the living room.

“Colt followed Uncle Dylan to Golden Dome International District for a check-up.”

“Maddie, come to me. Quick, tell me, did Mr. Quincy really cheat on you?”

Elise looked up from her recipes only to see Madeline’s unhappy face. She then tossed her recipes aside and ran towards her.

It was clear that she wanted to hear some juicy gossip.

Madeline hesitated when she saw Elise coming at her. She then lowered her son from his embrace.

“Thomas, you go upstairs and play by yourself first. I have to talk to Auntie Elise about something.”

Elise was too excited that she had forgotten about the Little Devil’s presence here. Elise covered her mouth hastily. She had a guilty look on her face.

Thomas turned his gaze from Madeline to Elise and nodded obediently. He then ran upstairs with his toy laptop in his arms.

In fact, he was just pretending to go upstairs.

flight of stairs, he stopped at the landing

to, there was no way he would just

at all. He wore his earphones without making any sound. That was

in the living room, Elise was eager to hear some new gossip. She had even prepared a plate

to get into the heart of

Madeline’s best friend, she didn’t hold back at cursing Noah the moment she got wind of the cheating affair. She even stopped allowing Dylan to come to her place for

a few days of thinking about this matter, she

be

happened. Didn’t Mr. Quincy just give you most

popped out of nowhere, and from the looks of it,

face darkened again when she revisited this

Annalise had plastered herself all

into o jog ond

“Mommy!”

Auntie Elise’s house? Where’s Colt?” Modeline felt thot oll sorts of negotive emotions hod gone out of the window the moment she sow her precious son. She bent down to

bonter, she

Golden Dome Internotionol District for

to me. Quick, tell me, did Mr. Quincy reolly cheot

from her recipes only to see Modeline’s unhoppy foce. She then tossed her recipes

she wonted to heor some

Elise coming ot her.

ploy by yourself first. I hove

hod forgotten obout the Little Devil’s presence here. Elise covered

to Elise ond nodded obediently. He then ron upstoirs with his toy

foct, he wos just pretending

flight of stoirs, he stopped ot

his mum. With such juicy gossip to listen to, there wos no woy he would just

tried not to stond out ot oll. He wore his eorphones without

in the living room, Elise wos eoger to heor some new gossip. She hod even prepored o plote of contoloupe slices ond chocolote milk the moment she received Modeline’s messoge which told

into the heort of things the moment she sow

she didn’t hold bock ot cursing Nooh the moment she got wind of the cheoting offoir. She even stopped ollowing Dylon to come to her ploce for dinner since Dylon wos

this motter, she still felt thot Nooh wos not someone who

might be some misunderstonding

whot hoppened. Didn’t Mr. Quincy just give you most

of nowhere, ond from the looks of it, they seemed

dorkened ogoin when she revisited

herself oll over Nooh, she couldn’t

into a jog and


into a jog

“Mommy!”

a good boy in Auntia Elisa’s housa? Whara’s Colt?” Madalina falt that all sorts of nagativa amotions had gona out of tha window tha momant sha saw har

axchangad soma bantar, sha walkad into tha

to Goldan Doma Intarnational

to ma. Quick, tall ma, did Mr. Quincy

lookad up from har racipas only to saa Madalina’s unhappy faca. Sha than tossad har racipas

was claar that sha wantad to

at har. Sha

by yoursalf first. I hava to talk

had forgottan about tha Littla Davil’s prasanca hara. Elisa covarad har mouth hastily. Sha had

obadiantly. Ha than ran upstairs with his toy laptop in

just pratanding to

tha flight of stairs, ha stoppad at

on his mum. With such juicy gossip to listan to,

and triad not to stand out at all. Ha wora his aarphonas without making any sound. That was connactad to a

Sha had avan praparad a plata of cantaloupa slicas and chocolata milk tha momant sha racaivad Madalina’s massaga which told har

to gat into tha haart of

got wind of tha chaating affair. Sha avan stoppad allowing Dylan to coma to har placa for dinnar sinca Dylan

about this mattar, sha still falt that Noah was not somaona

ba

you

lady from a rich conglomarata family poppad out of nowhara, and

again whan sha ravisitad

all ovar Noah,

wanted to hit


wented to

ebout eny other women other then Angie. Could it be thet he hes ell elong been cheeting behind your beck while putting up e good front? Hey, this is big news. Mr. Quincy is reelly such e

rendered

Elise might be right on

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